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elsb-hrngtons · 4 years ago

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We can help each other, You and me- Chapter 2

Chapter 1

links to Ao3 in the notes.

So here Steve was. Sentenced to a summer spent slinging ice-cream in an overcrowded mall, with the one coworker who was just as miserable as he is. At first he wasn’t sure he and Robin would click, but there’s something about the camaraderie of customer service jobs that just makes room for unexpected friendships and unbreakable bonds.

Steve’s back in the dating game or at least trying to be, he’s striking out almost every time when he lays on the charm at the cash register. He wonders to himself when girls in Hawkins got so stuck up, or maybe Nancy messed him up so good his game’s off. Where he used to be suave and cool, he’s now a flustered and bumbling mess and that’s not a good look on anyone, no matter how great their hair is.

Or maybe it’s the setting, discount sailor costumes and nautical puns does not create an ideal environment for a budding romance.

Which is why after some serious begging and pleading and perhaps the promise of free carpools for life he’s managed to drag Robin to the first party he’s attended in well over 6 months.

It was one of those summer nights where the chill isn’t quite biting, but the warmth isn’t stifling either, perfect for a bonfire by Lovers Lake. He and Robin are perched on a log near the fire in their own little bubble, easily preferring each other’s company over the screeching teenagers also in attendance.

They’ve been passing a joint back and forth, drinking a few beers and shooting the shit. Steve’s having a really good time, and while he had bought Robin here with the slightest intention of maybe charming the pants off her, she doesn’t seem to be getting the memo and well oddly Steve doesn’t even really seem to mind that.

Objectively Robin is really pretty, and Steve does enjoy her company, she’s funny, sarcastic and gives him a hard enough time that she’s always running circles around him. On paper she’s perfect, but ultimately the sad truth is he doesn’t feel the spark. That crackle of electricity that usually comes when sexual tensions are high and he knows he really wants someone and they want him in return.

So in the nature of goodwill Steve changes tactics, he no longer wants to get in her pants, he’s not really sure he wanted to in the first place, and he settles for a night of friendly banter, in the interest of deepening their friendship, desperately wanting to make a connection with someone in his own peer group.

Steve suggests a game of two truths and a lie, and Robin happily agrees.

The rules are simple, each person takes it in turn to tell truths and one lie about themselves and the other has to guess the lie, if the person guessing gets it right the person telling has to take a drink, but if they get it wrong the person telling has to drink.

“Okay , okay, are you ready?” Steve asks all giggly and loose from the weed and still trying to think of what he’s gonna say.

“Jesus. Yes Steve. i’m ready”

“Okay… so um… I was.. I was born in Chicago!” Steve exclaims finally getting his brain to work.

“Right.”

“I have an extensive collection of rubber ducks”

“What!?” Robin snorts

“And…. I've never been to New York!” Steve’s excited he’s sure he’s thrown Robin off the scent.

“Okay… let me think about this.” Robin drawls placing her fingers on her chin in a gesture of thoughtfulness “right so i’m pretty sure you’ve mentioned going to New York before, but now a drink on the line i’m doubting my perfect memory.” she continues

“Aww what's the matter Buckley, you scared to be wrong?” Steve teases

“Not at all, i just want to be logical about my answer.. Now the rubber duck thing is so ridiculous that it either has to be true, or you’ve literally just pulled that out your ass.” she ponders out loud.

“Times running out Buckly”

“Shut up.” Robin snaps “Right so the lie is either you were born in Chicago or your unhealthy obsession with rubber ducks”

“Hey! It's not unhealthy!” Steve protests.

“AHA!” Robin looks positively gleeful, eyes creasing at the corners as she grins manically having caught Steve out.

“Shit.” Steve mutters under his breath.

“Okay so your lie is you were born in Chicago” She practically shouts vibrating with excitement at having won the first round. Steve just takes a swig of his beer maintaining eye contact the entire time. “Holy shit! I can’t believe you collect rubber ducks, that's far too trippy man!”

“Shut up. It's your turn anyway” Steve’s only a little sour that Robin guessed the truth and that he stupidly revealed his most embarrassing secret in the first round.

“Okay touchy.. Err okay then I speak 4 languages”

“Okay”

“I’ve only ever kissed one person”

“No way! That can’t be true”

“I’m not finished.. And i play guitar” Robin finishes a satisfied smirk creeping on her features as she watches Steve mull over his answer in all of two seconds.

“Well that’s a no brainer. You have to have kissed more than one person!” he exclaims triumphantly

“Drink up Harrington” Robin’s smug. Steve hates it when Robins smug. His features fall from triumphant exuberance to disappointed frown immediately, shoulders sagging with it.

“Wait so what was the lie?” Steve asks curiosity piqued

“That i play guitar”

“But you’re in band!” he all but yells

“Yeah dingus and i play clarinet not the guitar” if Robin rolls her eyes any harder, Steve’s sure they’d get stuck in the back of her head

“You tricked me!” Steve’s pouting now.

“What, no I didn't” Robin’s chuckling, clearly amused by Steve’s suffering. Steve defeatedly takes a drink.

“Wait, so you’ve only ever kissed one person?” he asks, genuinely curious, intrigued by the idea that someone like Robin who to him appears so incredibly comfortable in her own skin hasn’t done anything more than a kiss.

“Yep. Brad Connors, 7th grade,” she nods gaze intently fixated on the fire, she’s fiddling with her ear piercing, clearly nervous about the conversation.

“Brad Connors!? That meat head?”

“Don’t judge” she glares at him, before turning her stare back to the fire again. Steve holds up his hands in surrender

“I’m not! I’m not!” Robin’s shoulders are hunched up to her ears as she absentmindedly picks at the label on her beer bottle, she’s obviously uncomfortable. Steve thinks maybe he should change the subject, he doesn’t like seeing Robin like this, so closed off and miserable. “ Okay so my turn!” he cheerily exclaims, hoping to snap Robin outta her funk. She offers him a small tight smile, until he nudges her knee with his own beer bottle and tries to coax her to face him, she obliges.

“Right so here goes” He pauses giving it a thought at something he can reveal about himself that might encourage Robin out of her sudden melancholy.

“Okay one, I'm afraid of chickens, two I used to have an imaginary friend called Fred, three I hate peanut butter” Steve lists each one off counting on his fingers as he goes. He looks at Robin expectantly but she’s still shut down, trapped in head thinking about god knows what, Steve feels guilty, he really only wants Robin to have a good time to have some fun and let loose for a change, but the last round of there game has upset her, Steve wants to get to the bottom of it, but knows logically now's not the right time, so he changes strategy.

“How about we get outta here?” He asks, placing his hand on her shoulder to try and rouse her from her day dream. “I got a big empty house and some weed?” he adds, attempting to sweeten the deal. Robin appears to emerge from her thoughts and grins back at Steve a glint in her eye.

“That Dingus, may just be the best idea you’ve had all night”

###

Working a minimum wage job is trying at the best of times. Working a minimum wage job with Steve Harrington as your coworker ? Well that bought a whole new set of trials and tribulations.

She was less than thrilled on her first day at scoops to discover that not only Steve was her co-worker, but for some unimaginable reason all her shifts coincided with his, because their manager and corporate thought it a good idea to keep their staff in pairs, and stick to a fairly rigid shift pattern. So Robin is paired with Steve, and Robin is convinced the universe is laughing at her. If there is a god, she’s certain the bastard hates her.

Robin’s frustrated, because she started the summer fully prepared to hate Steve Harrington and everything he stood for, ready to make his life difficult like he had whether intentionally or unintentionally made hers in high school. The problem is, and the cause of Robin’s frustration is that she doesn’t hate Steve, not one bit. He’s oddly endearing, and when he isn’t being a bitchy little brat she finds he’s actually really nice, down right friendly even. Besides she doesn’t need to make his life hell, he’s doing just fine, making his own life difficult all by himself.

Well by himself, and with the help of Tommy H and Billy Hargrove.

It’s mid June the first time the pair come into Scoops, the mall’s just opened and Robin and Steve are still finding their feet with each other, testing the boundaries of their work relationship. The air outside is suffocatingly hot, with no cool breeze to offer any kind of relief, thick with humidity as well promising a coming storm in the days to come, so the mall is fit to burst with sticky patrons looking to take full advantage of the mall’s shiny new and practically arctic AC.

The morning rush blurs into the afternoon rush, a constant stream of customers irritated by the heat, looking for some temporary relief in overpriced and overrated ice cream.

Robin is manning the cash register, while Steve, who had lost a coin toss, has the unfortunate job of cleaning up a kid’s sticky puke from one of the booths.

Steve is far too consumed in scrubbing with vigor, where the sugary mess has had chance to dry into a congealed syrupy blob, bitching loudly and passionately, listing the merits of refusing service in future to children already too hyped up on sugar in the interest of protecting the gaudy nautical themed interior design, in case they too decide to paint the booth with their regurgitated sundae, when the two boys strut in.

They immediately zero in on Steve, his back turned, to the entrance, bent over the garish red seat, indecent company issue shorts riding up the backs of his thighs, and not at all paying attention to the footfall of their latest customers. For the briefest of moments Robin could swear she sees Hargrove check out Steve’s ass, with the way his head tilts and lips part making way for his tongue to peep through, but that thought is dismissed as quickly as it appears when she has to remind herself that other people aren’t like her.

“Sup Stevie boy. Fancy seeing you here.” Tommy goads while obnoxiously clapping Steve on the back, the freckled terror grinning wolfishly, leaning forward so his face is essentially brushing against Steve’s cheek. Robin watches as Steve visibly tenses, batting his hand outward to swat Tommy away and spinning around to face his aggressors.

“Nice outfit pretty boy” Hargove leers, smug look on his face as he takes the entire picture in of Hawkins fallen king, fully decked out in a ridiculous discount sailor costume, stupid hat and all,

A deep blush creeps up Steve’s neck and across his cheeks, his jaw set as he stands a little straighter to his full height in a vain attempt to scramble for some semblance of dominance.

“Fuck do you want?” Steve spits at the two boys, brushing past them and shoulder checking Billy as he goes.

“I’m serious Harrington! It's a good look!” Hargrove continues, tone still horrendously mocking as he follows Steve a little too closely back to the counter hovering at his backside without physically touching, Tommy not far behind. “Really floats my boat” he grins all teeth and put on charm, Tommy snickers behind him.

It takes all of Robin’s self restraint to suppress her eye roll and to bite her tongue, because as much as she takes pity on Steve, this shit is just far too entertaining to interrupt.

Steve, now fully done with this interaction finally snaps.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he’s practically foaming at the mouth, and Robin tenses steeling herself in case this takes a violent turn, knowing full well the messy history between the two.

Billy to his credit throws up his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, eyes wide veining innocence.

“Woah woah, i’ve not got a problem, how about you Hagan? You gotta problem?” he makes a show of looking over his shoulder at the speckled prick behind him.

“Nope no problem” Tommy grins as he comes up along Billy’s flank as close as he can be, flinging his arm around the taller boy’s shoulder. Billy smirks, all devilish as he opens his arms out gesturing to the room.

“See Harrington, no problem here, just a couple of well meaning customers in the market for some ice-cream”

Steve is now behind the counter tense and vibrating with pure rage looking seconds away from putting his fist through Hargrove’s skull if his knuckle white grip on the edge of the counter is anything to go by. Billy ever the peacock places both palms flat on the counter in front of him, leans closer into Steve’s space, smug smirk still firmly in place and intensely blue eyes boring into Steve’s chocolatey brown ones, alight with a fiery intensity in what Robin can only assume is a challenge, a challenge for what exactly she isn’t sure just yet, but if she doesn’t intervene soon, she’s sure it will be more than puke that needs to be cleaned from the booths.

“What can I get for you then?” Robin finally speaks up, hoping to break the mounting tension that’s beginning to suck all oxygen out of the room, hoping she and Steve might be able to go back to business as normal once the nightmare twins are appeased.

Billy not taking his eyes off Steve for a second intent on proving a point, just chuckles.

“No offence Buckley, but I was really hoping Pretty boy here might give me his recommendation.”

“You wanna know what I recommend?” Steve scoffs, eye roll and all.

“Yeah we really do” Tommy pipes up from beside Billy.

“Hmm well i recommend…” Steve makes a show of it, stroking his chin as if he were really putting some thought into it “Oh i know!” He exclaims with faux excitment “Fuck Off” his face shifts to something a little more serious, a little more deadly while he spits the last two words out with such venom even Robin winces.

Billy clutches his chest in a show of mock heartbreak, hurt evident on his face, before it morphs into a snarl, something more sinister and a lot more dangerous.

“You’re breaking my heart Harrington, i just wanted to know what your favourite ice cream flavour was” Billy’s back to grinning like the cheshire cat, and Tommy hasn’t moved at all during the interaction, the boy has no originality and doesn’t really even have much to say other than the odd jab here or there reaffirming what Billy has already said.

Robin already at the end of her rope decides now is the time to save Steve from his torment, she pushes in front of him and takes his place smacking her palms flat upon the counter top, leaning forward and starring Billy down.

“Sorry boys, hate to disappoint, but Dingus here is going on his break, so if you want anything, I'm afraid it will be little ol’ me who will be your server” Robin sing-songs in her best customer service voice and forces a smile.

Although she can’t see Steve, Robin can tell he’s relieved as he wanders into the back room, she doubles down on her stare contest with Hargrove and narrows her eyes to make her point. You’ll have to go through me to get to him.

“So boys.. what will it be?”

Both Tommy and Billy look visibly crestfallen, no longer peacocking for the sake of Steve, no longer needing to put on a show, like carnival balloons, it's like they’ve physically deflated and are no longer interested in the prospects of ice cream. They each huff out a breath and turn to leave the shop, Tommy’s head hung low as Billy places a friendly hand on his back to guide him out. If Robin didn’t know any better she’d say it seems as if Billy is comforting Tommy.

“Huh. weird.” she says quietly to herself before declaring to Steve the coast was clear.

###

Steve’s been contemplating. Since that first interaction with Billy and Tommy something has shifted and he can’t quite put his finger on it. They’ve made a habit of coming into scoops just to annoy him. At least he thinks it's just to annoy him, Robin seems convinced it's something else entirely, something Steve isn’t too keen to dwell on. But dwell on it he does.

The revelation came about one drunken night, where he and Robin had decided to raid his parents liquor cabinet while listening to some of his Mom’s old records. Robin had bravely admitted to Steve that she was more drwan to the fairer sex than to men, after Steve spent the night prodding about his earlier discovery that she had only ever kissed one person. Steve felt like a grade an asshole having pushed Robin into a confession and outing herself, when she probably wasn’t ready. But she clearly trusts Steve and well Steve thought it was only fair he returned the favour in kind.

He relays the events of that fateful night where he and Tommy had got each other off, the night in which neither one of them had ever spoken about before, and how it had made him feel more alive than anything ever had before. How he occasionally still thinks about that night, in the quiet of his bedroom and wonders if he’s broken.

Robin, ever the kind and wise woman she is, reassures Steve that he’s not broken, he’s not wrong and it’s okay if he’s attracted to men.

“But I still like girls, I think?” he says.

“That’s okay too” she says softly, wrapping one arm around his waist and giving him a half hug.

He admits to Robin how much he misses Tommy, how he lays awake some nights wondering what would happen if they had remained friends, how he wishes he hadn’t burnt all his bridges quite so abruptly, and that he could go back and make amends. He doesn’t regret telling Tommy and Carol off, it needed to be done, but he does regret not trying a little harder to keep them in his life.

He also admits how since Billy Hargrove blew into town he’s found himself with a mixture of conflicting feelings. How he thinks the guy is an asshole put on this planet for the sole purpose of making his life a misery, antagonising him at every given opportunity, yet even then Steve doesn’t hate it, not one bit, he actually kind of craves it, is exhilarated by it and he’s not even sure why.

Robin listens , nodding along to ensure Steve’s aware she’s paying attention, only interjecting when Steve's alcohol muddled brain slips up on words and phrases. Once Steve feels he has gotten it all of his chest, he feels lighter, like the world has finally been lifted off his shoulders. Robin just smiles knowingly at him, claps him on the shoulder while taking a swig from the bottle of whisky in her hand and passing it back to Steve.

“Oh dingus, you’ve got it bad my friend.”

Steve downs the rest of the bottle in one.

###

Billy is relatively content with his current arrangement with Tommy. Not only is it an arrangement of pure convenience, he’s discovered he’s become actually quite fond of the freckled shit. He’s not sure when it had turned from the casual hook-up with the intent to mutually distract from the Steve shaped elephant in the room, into something a little more emotionally charged, but it had and so it was.

They were already ‘friends’ or at least civil if anything, but now they seem comfortable with each other in a way that Billy hasn’t ever experienced before, and Billy dares to say it, he actually really likes Tommy, like really likes Tommy.

Even beyond the sex beyond all the boistrous banter between the two, just basking in the other boy’s presense makes Billy feel safe and wanted, and he hopes beyond all hope the feeling is reciprocated. He hates to admit it, but Tommy has broken down some of Billy’s carefully constructed walls, and he wants to be mad, he wants to shut down, but the floodgates have opened and he thinks he might actually trust Tommy a little more than he had originally anticipated.

Billy didn’t get the memo when it first happened, and it hit him like a tonne of bricks.

They’re in Tommy’s basement again, it has somehow become their unofficial hangout of the summer. Billy’s grateful because it gives him yet another reason to avoid the Hargrove household and more importantly his dad. They’re just hanging out smoking some weed before they plan to head to yet another lame party the Hawkins High Alumni insist on throwing.

For now though they lay about in the hazy cloud of smoke and heat, lazily making out, Tommy’s hand has found its way into Billy’s curls and Billy’s hands are at Tommy’s hips, admiring the softness of them and kneading his hands in his doughy flesh. Billy’s shocked to find himself really turned on by Tommy’s plumper figure He’s not fat not by any stretch of the imagination no. He’s just not as lean as Billy usually goes for, or as cut as Billy is himself. But Billy just adores Tommy’s soft belly, loves the feel of his flesh under his hands, salvates at the idea of kissing every inch of that gorgeous freckled skin he's grown so familiar with over the last few weeks.

Tommy moans into Billy’s mouth, is all sloppy in his ministrations, and hungry for whatever Billy will give, and in this moment Billy’s will to give almost everything to this boy. This boy who was only meant to serve as a distraction, but has become so much more.

Things start to get more heated as Tommy begins to rut against Billy’s leg, erection lightly brushing against his thigh, chasing a friction through fabric, Billy returns in kind by thrusting up and brushing his own against Tommy’s thigh. Its desperate and needy, they way they rub up against one another, chasing their orgasms, but it occurs to Billy that he wants more than just cream his pants right now, while dry humping Tommy like an over eager puppy, he wants to claim Tommy before they go to this party, ruin him for everyone else, not that anyone needs to know about their escapades, but he’ll know, and Tommy will and that's enough, enough that he’s fucked Tommy so thoroughly that he has no need to go looking elsewhere for affection. That’s when Billy first realises that maybe he’s in this for more than just the sex, he’s always been a possesive guy, doesn’t like to share, doesn’t like others touching his things and he guesses Tommy falls into that catagory, although how deep Billy is, he’s yet to determin. All he knows is the very thought of Tommy with literally anyone else makes his heart burn with a jealousy he never expected, makes the pit of his stomach twist and contort with anxiety that maybe Tommy might want anyone else other than him. The only person Billy might consider allowing touching his boy, would be Harrington, and even then the thought hurts, because what if after that neither of them want him and he’s left in the dust?

Billy shakes those thoughts away, they’re not helpful, not right now anyway, he has a boy to satisfy, and Billy is determined not to stop until the other boy is screaming his name in ecstasy. Billy’s in control, he grabs Tommy by the waist and uses his combined strength and body weight to flip the other boy onto his back, crowding above him. Tommy lets out a squeal of surprise at the sudden change in position, but quickly melts into the couch as Billy begins kissing and suckling at his jaw and throat, grazing lightly with his teeth, making sure not to neglect his earlobe, bullying gently with his teeth, before he whispers low and graveryly into Tommy’s ear.

“Pants off baby”

Tommy lets out a breathy moan and wastes no time to obey awkwardly trying to shimmy out of his shorts, getting them caught bunched around his knees and huffing out a frustrated sigh. Billy takes pity on him and yanks them off the rest of the way and begins to tug at the other boy’s t-shirt up and over his head. He takes a minute to admire the squirming boy laid bare in front of him, smattering of freckles covering nearly every inch of his body, pretty cock hard and resting against his belly, shiny and pink and dripping pre. Billy’s eyes rake over his body and up to his face, his dark eyes filled with want and adoration, framed adorably by lovely thick long lashes, and full pink lips that haven’t even escaped the decoration of freckles that Billy has come to appreciate so much.

It's all too much and he can’t help himself, he smashes their lips together in a harsh and passionate kiss, before returning to his ministrations of Tommy’s jaw and throat, he slowly but strategically moves lower down, kissing and nipping at his collarbone, pecs before placing a small chaste kiss upon Tommy’s left nipple and then his right. He dares to look up at the other boy and has his breath stolen, Tommy is watching him intently, eyes half lidded and mouth ever so slightly parted, lips swollen and red from bruising kisses. Billy breaks into a wolfish grin, throwing Tommy a wink before taking Tommy’s left nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around the little nub with practiced delicacy, suckling slightly.

Tommy gasps as his back arches in pleasure, Billy uses his large strong hands to pin the other boy to the couch, preventing him from moving. Tommy whines as Billy removes his lips from his nipple with a pop and moves over to give the other attention, then he’s moving further down again, smattering kisses all over his torso, counting each rib with his lips as he travels south, nuzzling at Tommy’s happy trail, before sinking his teeth into the other boy’s hip, and then the other, purposely avoiding his dick and moving onto his thighs.

Billy sucks bruises into Tommy’s inner thighs just below the crease of his groin, ghosts his breath along the shaft of Tommy’s aching cock careful not to touch it, deliberately teasing and relishing in the fact that he’s driving the other boy wild. Then with no warning at all, he’s hoisting Tommy’s legs up and over his shoulders, grabbing each cheek with both hands and squeezing, massaging his fleshy ass, dragging it even closer to his face. He inhales deeply, enjoying the musky smell of Tommy, all sweat and desire and all for him, places a quick kiss to each cheek before licking a long and agonizingly slow stripe along Tommy’s crack.

Tommy squirms underneath him, legs kicking out at the sudden intrusion, Billy bites hard into one of his cheeks as a warning earning a yelp from the other boy, then moving his attention to Tommy’s puckered hole. He starts off gentle, little kitten licks only ghosting around his rim, teasing only giving a taste of what's to come, he speeds up slightly using his tongue more firmly as he really gets into it, before long his tongue breaks past that tight ring of muscle and begins to tongue fuck into Tommy, drawing out the most delicious whines and mewling sounds from him. Billy groans, cock straining in his jeans, he wants nothing more than to palm himself, relieve some of that pressure building in his own groin, but for now he concentrates on Tommy, getting his hole nice and loose and slick ready for Billy to take what he needs when the time comes.

He dares to take a glance at the other boy and is delighted to see his eyes screwed shut, face contorted, eyebrows drawn and his back arching again, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his skin with sweat. The perfect picture of desire, all fucked out a desperate, and all Billy’s doing. If Billy’s not careful he’ll bust his load right then and there just at the mere thought of getting Tommy like this. He decides to amp things up a bit, taking a break from worshiping the other boy’s asshole, he slips his index finger into his mouth a sucks, Tommy’s eyes flutter open watching him and then immediately flutter closed, as his head thumps back onto the armrest of the couch, groaning out. Billy carefully circles Tommy’s pucker with his spit lubed finger before slowly sinking in upto the first knuckle, Tommy cries out and tenses around him, relaxing after a moment once he’s adjusted. That’s Billy’s cue to sink in further all the way in, he begins to fuck in and out in a circling motion tring to stretch the muscle as best he can, it doesn’t take long before th muscle around his finger to relax and Billy decides its time to add a second. Rather than removing the first altogether he just spits onto his middle finger rubbing it together with his ring finger to spread it, then glides all the way in next to his first finger with practiced ease. Tommy’s so good for him, taking his fingers so well that Billy decides to reward him by crooking both of them and brushing lightly against that magic spot that has the other boy seeing stars. Tommy keens and cries out, chest heaving heavy with breathlessness as if Billy is punching the air out of his lungs with every thrust of his hand.

Billy scissors his fingers stretching the whole further preparing it for his dick. He’d get frustrated quickly at his own lack of pleasure if the sounds that Tommy was making weren’t travelling south straight to his cock. He was impatient however, and wanted to sink himself in as soon as possible. He wasted no time adding a third finger and that had Tommy howling, Billy was enjoying this, making a mess of his boy and the night was still young, the best yet to come.

Now Tommy’s good a stretched, all lovely and loose, Billy removes his fingers and reaches into his back pocket for the condom and single use sachet of lube he stashed there in the hopes, in the knowledge that he’s be fucking his boy senseless this evening. Billy hastily removes his jeans, silently thanking God that he had the foresight to go commando tonight so he doesn’t have to waste much time removing any underwear. He tears open the wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom with precision down his shaft, he rips open the lube sachet and squeezes a generous amount into his hand, and the rest directly onto Tommy’s hole. He gives himself a few rough strokes, getting his dick nice and slick. Billy maneuvers Tommy’s body a little lower, shifting his legs to cling around his waist while lining himself up with Tommy’s hole. He considers for a moment to slide all the way home in one fluid motion, to take what he needs there and then, but opts instead to sink in slowly, bit by bit, get Tommy that little but more needy, get him begging, and oh boy does Tommy beg.

He inches in bit by bit, feels the tight ring of muscle stretch and adjusts to his thick heavy cock, Tommy writhing a squirming and begging beneath him.

“Please Billy! Just fuck me already!” he whines, clinging on for dear life, fingers digging into the hard edges of Billy’s biceps. Billy growls out, a low rumble vibrating from his chest, and then he turns soft, cooing and soothing his boy under him.

“Patience baby” He says softly, bringing his hand up to stroke some hair out of Tommy’s face. Tommy seems as surprised as Billy is a small act of affection, not that Billy’s never been soft with Tommy, just that its not usually during sex, usually Billy’s all rough and ready, hot and heavy so theres no room for softness while they fuck. Once the initial surprise passed, Tommy appears to preen under the attention, and Billy feels he can relax a bit knowing he hasn’t overstepped a boundary.

Billy finally bottoms out and just stays there for a moment, relishing in the sensation of Tommy all wet and warm around him, he wants to bury himself in that delicious asshole forever, make himself at home and never expose his cock to the harsh coldness of reality ever again. But Tommy’s getting impatient underneath him, rolling his hips, chasing a friction he can’t quite achieve unless Billy starts thrusting himself, and if Billy’s being honest he’s denied himself and Tommy long enough, it's time to get down to business.

He draws back sliding almost all the way out, leaving just his cockhead burried inside, before slamming home in one fast, rough and hard movement, pushing Tommy further back onto the couch. Tommy wails, clawing at Billy’s shoulders for purchase as Billy begins to thrust and rock his hips at a punishing pace. Billy hooks one of Tommy’s ankles up and over his shoulder, adjusting the angle so he’s hitting at Tommy’s prostate with every thrust.

Billy’s groaning every time he slides home, relishing in the white hot heat of Tommy’s ass, while Tommy gasps begging for breath that his lungs can’t quite get. It isn’t long before Tommy begins to tense, fingers bruising into Billy’s flesh wherever he can grab hold, as if he might float away if he lets go. Tommy always goes silent just before he cums and Billy can tell he’s close now, he gives a few more harsh thrusts sliding in and out, rolling his hips to ensure Tommy’s sweet spot is getting the attention it needs, Tommy screams out Billy’s name followed by a string of curses, as thick white ropes of cum paint over the freckles of his chest, spurting out so violently some hits his face and gathers along his cheek bone, chin and cupids bow. Billy is absolutely enthralled by the sight and that along with the tightening of Tommy’s walls around him has him cresting over the edge too, crying out in pleasure, burying his face in the crook of Tommy’s neck as he cums and cums and cums, so much so that he’s afraid it might never stop. He collapses all his weight on top of Tommy and waits for his breath to even out a little, before pulling out. He ties the condom off in a knot and tosses it in the trash can situated next to the coffee table, then he settles back onto the couch on his back and in Tommy’s arms where he belongs.

Laying back on the couch together basking in their post orgasmic glory, Billy begins to absentmindedly stroke the back of Tommy’s neck, and Tommy in turn has returned to playing with Billy’s hair, they’re both sweaty and out of breath, and still a little high from the weed, at that nice relaxed point where everything feels good and the thought of moving themselves from this spot might kill them.

Billy reaches lazily over to the coffee table with one hand and grabs his pack of cigarettes and lighter, he passes one over to Tommy while placing his own between his lips and lighting it, he takes a deep inhale and moans on the exhale. Tommy seems contemplative as he tokes on his own, his one arm around Billy’s shoulders tightens as he exhales and begins to giggle.

“What's so funny?” Billy asks, shifting slightly so he can better look at the other boy. Tommy giggles some more

“Nothing, nothing, it's nothing” he says leaning over Billy to ash his smoke, Billy’s not convinced it’s nothing and decides to prod some more.

“C’mon Hagan don’t hold out on me, what's got you giggling like a middle-schooler?” Tommy stops giggling, and swallows nervously, a cute little blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Don’t you think it's weird?” he eventually says, shifting uncomfortably, Billy’s interest is piqued.

“Think what's weird?” Billy asks, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the tin ashtray that permanently resides next to the couch now. Tommy purposely avoids eye contact and Billy feels a little irritation at that begins to creep in.

“Just that ya know? We only got here coz of Steve” Billy’s definitely irritated now, maybe a little jealous, which he finds ridiculous because it's true, they are only here because of Steve. Billy would never have considered Tommy had it not been for their mutual pining for the former king, but now they’re here Billy feels the slight edge of possessiveness of Tommy, his Tommy, who he’s never thought in a million years he’s end up liking beyond being a warm body, but finds he’s falling harder for the boy as each day passes. He also finds it ridiculous because the irony isn’t lost on him, how could he possibly be jealous of Tommy’s feelings for Steve, when Billy’s still battling his own feelings for him too. But Billy’s never been a logical or even a fair person.

Billy sits up, swings his legs round so his back is to Tommy and reaches down for his jeans. He also finds Tommy’s discarded clothes and tosses them to the other boy.

“Right Tommy boy, we’ve got a party to crash” he stands up and hops the rest of the of the way into his pants tucking his shirt into the waistband and heading over to the mirror to straighten up his hair that Tommy’s hands had somehow morphed into a bit of a birds nest. Tommy’s quick to dress himself and closes the distance between them, throwing his hands around Billy’s waist, hugging him from behind and hooking his chin onto Billy’s shoulder.

“Have i said something wrong?” he asks, Billy feels the irritation dissipate slightly, replaced by endearment that Tommy’s self conscious that he’s upset him. Billy heaves a sign and turns around cupping Tommy’s face with both hands and gives him a quick chaste kiss.

“No” he chuckles “no you haven’t said anything wrong” he pushes away from Tommy and heads towards the door “Now let's go, all that free booze won’t drink itself!”

###

The party is in full swing by the time the two of them arrive at some random girls house in the middle of Loch Nora. The host of the party’s parents are clearly out of town for the weekend, giving ample opportunity for their spoiled offspring to throw a mediocre at best kegger. The late June heat is still clinging to the night air and Billy has opted for his signature button up only buttoned up to his navel and a pair of snugly fit jeans. It's a tried and tested look and it works for him so why stray too far from it? Tommy however is a little more casual in his clothing, donning a loosely fit t-shirt and some oddly patterned shorts, that could also be mistaken for swimming trunks.

People are gathered around them celebrating their arrival, already a fair few drinks in and Billy thinks to himself that it might be worth a game of catch up for the two of them. He makes a beeline for the kitchen and swipes two beers from the cooler filled with slowly melting ice and hands one to Tommy. He notices Tommy attention is elsewhere, his eyes glazed over and that kicked puppy expression distorting his features, Billy follows his gaze to the far side of the open planned kitchen into the living room where a whole congregation of various teenagers are pressed together, some dancing, some standing around, some splayed out on couches and beanbags. Finally he finds where Tommy is fixated on, or rather who. It's Harrington, in all his glory, beautiful, tall and lithe, chocolatey locks falling softly and framing his sickenly pretty face, talking animatedly to that same blonde from the bonfire at the quarry.

“Steve’s here” Tommy whispers as if he’s afraid the whole room might clue in on their secret just from those words alone. Billy refocuses his gaze on Tommy, before it strays back to Harrington, like his heart has trained him to do, despite everything, no matter how hard he tries, wherever Steve is his eyes follow and he hates it sometimes.

“I can see that,” he states, cracking open his beer and taking a large gulp.

“What do we do?” Tommy asks, he sounds panicked, probably is, Billy can practically hear the other boy's heart beat, even over the god awful music playing over the speakers.

“Absolutely nothing, we came here to have a good time and that’s exactly what we’re gonna do” He stalks towards the crowd of people in the centre of the room, dancing and grinding, throws a wink over his shoulder at Tommy silently daring him to join.

###

Steve’s absolutely panicking right about now. It's not like he didn’t expect Billy or Tommy to be at the party, in fact he knew they’d be here, it was half the reason, okay all of the reason he came here tonight. Upon Robin’s insistence and encouragement to throw caution to the wind and go for it. He was absolutely out of his element, and after about the third sexuality crisis induced panic attack, he decided the best course of action was to be absolutely the furthest away from sober he could possibly manage while still being able to stand up.

That worked as far as getting him to the party was concerned and he was genuinely enjoying himself and Robin’s company, his self proclaimed “fairy gay mother”, there to support him and help him through his “gay awakening”.

But now, faced with the idea of actually approaching the two he felt frozen, with fear, he was also buzzing with anticipation, god willing and Robin was actually right, and let's face Robin’s always right this could be the start of something unimaginably great. Of course there was always the chance that Robin could have read the situation all wrong and he was about to walk into the lion's den without any reasonable way out, he could very possibly end the night with another concussion, and frankly Steve was considering if it was worth the risk.

Thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol currently coursing through his system, his inhibitions have been totally disregarded, they were sober Steve’s problem and the anticipation was far outweighing the anxiety right about now, he was gonna do it. He was gonna go talk to them.

#Keg Boys #Keg Girls #Keg Gang #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Tommy H #Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Tommy H #Smut #My Fic #Fanfic

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notfunnydean · 5 years ago

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The pimp mobile

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Sam Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: NSFW / Bottom!Dean implied / car sex / sub!Dean / dom!Sam / dom!Cas

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.418

Square Filled: Mechanic!AU

Summary: Dean works for Bobby since he is twenty but nobody ever paid him much attention, until suddenly this married couple stops by. Soon enough they visit him once a week and Dean isn’t sure what they want from him? Is he just a game to them?

A/N: So this was not the first time I wrote about a polygamous relationship but the first time I did it for supernatural. I had that idea in my discord with my best friends and yeah. Get ready. @spnpolybingo

Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/19835374

“Freaking family van.” Dean mutters under his breath, while he tries to fix this stupid car. He works for Bobby for almost four years by now and he still isn’t allowed to work on any oldtimers. Instead, he gets this crap.

Dean owns a 67’ chevy Impala himself and he still gets treated like this.

“Dean!”

Dean automatically sits up and bangs his head loudly on this damn car. It makes a very dull sound and Dean winces awkwardly. Just another bump he can add to the list. While he is normally pretty careful Bobby always does stuff like this, even now Dean can hear the old man laughing.

“What?” Dean wants to know when he finally comes out from under the car and glares at his adoptive father. Bobby grins.

“Got two new customers for you, son. Take good care of their car.” Bobby says and Dean nods, when Bobby already turns around to get back to the office again. While Dean is annoyed he isn’t allowed to work on the cool cars, he thinks he is very lucky to have Bobby and he knows the old man loves him.

“Sooo, what can I do for you?” Dean finally turns around to his customers and the screwdriver falls onto the ground when he sees them. It clatters loudly and stops directly in front of the shorter man. [Read more under the cut]

The shorter man has blue eyes so deep, that Dean can’t help but stare. The dark hair that is all over the place and the scruff looks so beautiful. Dean swallows dryly and he tries to focus on the other guy, who is just as pretty. Long brown hair that falls wonderfully on his shoulders and friendly green-brown eyes.

Dean opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out.

“My husband here had bought this thing of a car a few weeks ago and it makes a really weird noise.” The taller man says and Dean nods a bit too hastily. God, of course his voice is also stunning.

Dean’s brain still stops at the word ‘Husband’. Sure he technically knows what that means, he is not stupid, but he lives in a small town and he never met a gay married couple. Dean is sure that he is blushing.

He knows that he is not as straight as he likes to pretend in front of his friends or as he did in high school, but this is something he never dared thinking about. He would love to have a husband himself one day.

“It’s not a thing, Sam. She is a lady.” The shorter man answers and if Dean thought Sam’s voice was already nice, then his voice is deep and dripping like honey. Dean hastily strokes through his hair, a gesture that shows how nervous he is.

“Uh may I have a look at her?” Dean stutters out and both look at him again. It takes Dean a lot not to squirm under their gazes. While Dean is known to be confident and flirty around girls, he feels a bit overwhelmed with two stunning man like this.

“Of course. And where are our manners? My name is Castiel Winchester and this is my husband Sam.” The shorter man says and Dean nods. He wants to hold out his hand, but he knows there will be oil all over it and he doesn’t want to ruin their expensive suits.

Dean never felt more dirty in his life than right now. Wearing his old blue overall and an old flannel that definitely had seen better days before. The last time he had checked himself in a car’s mirror he had seen that some oil had even made it onto his forehead.

“Nice to meet you.” Sam says and he at least waves a bit at Dean, who blushes and nods at Sam as well. He can’t remember the last time he handled a conversation this badly. Sam and Castiel look at each other and then turn around to walk out of the garage.

Dean follows them, his head hanging. God he is so embarrassed.

“Here is my Beauty.” Castiel says and points at an old beige car. Dean frowns. Maybe this is some kind of payback from Bobby for all his whining in the last months. Because sure this car is old but also damn ugly.

“This Pimp Mobile?” Dean asks before he can stop himself. While Castiel tilts his head to one side, Sam bursts out laughing. Dean isn’t sure if he should laugh himself or maybe fall to his knees and apologize to Castiel.

He does neither.

“See Cas. Even the mechanic doesn’t like it.” Sam says loudly and Dean’s chest squeezes at those words. Even the mechanic. He knows them for five minutes and they are freaking married, but those words wake Dean more up than anything ever could.

“My name is Dean.” He mumbles and then walks over to the car and carefully strokes over the still warm hood. It’s not that the car looks broken or anything, but it’s obviously an old lady. Just like his Baby.

“So Dean, you think you can take a look at her?” Castiel asks and Dean hopes they didn’t see how he almost shuddered, when Castiel had said his name. Dean nods again and pulls the hood up. The engine doesn’t look too bad on the first sight, but he knows that doesn’t mean anything.

“Sure, give me an hour? You could walk down the street here, there is a night diner, they have the best pie around here.” Dean says and points over to Benny’s diner ‘Elizabeth’. Sam holds out the keys and Dean takes them with another nod. God, he is behaving like a dumbass.

“That does sound nice, but mind if we watch you?” Sam says and he is still so close to Dean, their chests almost touching and Dean hastily takes a step back. Nobody ever wanted to watch him work on their cars and why would they? But Sam said it as if he was meaning something completely different.

This time he does shudder, eyes on the ground, before he blinks up to Sam.

“Uh… yeah sure, if you want.” Dean almost whispers and then Castiel happily puts an arm around his husband. Dean’s cheek are probably a deep red by now and he can even feel his ears burning. Oh Jo and Charlie would so laugh at him later, Dean can see how Jo watches him from their little office.

“We would very much like that.” Castiel says and before Dean would actually get hard in his thin overall, just from a freaking voice, he hastily turns around and gets into the car, so he can drive it into the garage.

It only gives him two minutes to breathe, before he has to get out again. Sam now sitting on the old chair that is in the garage, Castiel standing next to him, his hand on Sam’s shoulder. Must be nice to be constantly touched.

“So when does the noise happen?” Dean asks and he opens the hood again. He checks for the radiator pressure cap first but the rubber gasket looks still good enough, so that should be fine.

“Mostly when he steps on the brake. It still works but the sound is really annoying.” Sam explains and he can see Castiel nodding when he looks up again. Dean nods, while he does have an idea what causes the noise, he checks the pressure on each cylinder anyway and looks after the motor oil to make sure everything works, before closing the hood.

“Yeah, your engine looks fine to me and from what you describe, I think you probably worn the brake pads down too far.” Dean explains, while he goes over to start their hydraulic lift, so he can take a look at the bottom of the car.

“Is that dangerous?” Castiel asks, sounding worried.

“Well I mean at this point it’s probably not that bad, but I would replace them, better sooner than later.” Dean says, and he takes his flashlight, while he walks directly under the car. He can feel Sam and Castiel’s gaze on him and it feels weird, but also exciting. Dean flexes his arms unintentionally and curses himself for it.

“Oh okay, can you do that for us?” Sam asks and again there is this sound. Dean bites on his lower lip, not looking at them, so he can concentrate on his task.

“No problem.” Dean says quietly and the next minutes they spend in silence. Dean can confirm that the car indeed needs new brake pads and when he asks Bobby about it, the old man shows him a brand new package. Bobby always has everything in his garage, Dean never had to order anything himself.

It takes Dean a while to change them, but he quietly whistles while he works. Normally he would listen to his music and his fingers ache to start the old recorder in the corner, but he thinks that would probably be rather rude with the customers right here.

“Okay, that should be it.” Dean says, when he is finally finished. His hands are real dirty now and he takes an old towel to clean himself at least a little bit. He is grinning widely, but the smile falls off his face, when he sees Castiel now sitting on his husband’s lap.

“Oh thank you, Dean.” Castiel says and he continues to strokes Sam’s hair. Dean can’t even say if he is jealous of Sam or Castiel. Probably both.

“It’s my job.” Dean says and when he lets the car carefully down again, Castiel gets up and walks over to him. Dean winces at the dirty handprint he left on the car’s door and wipes with the towel over it.

While Castiel seems to love his car, he luckily doesn’t say anything about that, instead he puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder and smiles warmly at him. Dean ducks his head, not sure what to do with this gesture.

“Uhm… you can pay in the office. Joanna is our secretary.” Dean says and even though he wishes they could stay for longer with him, he doesn’t really have an excuse. Castiel just squeezes his shoulder once more, before he actually walks towards the tiny office.

“Really Dean, you did so good.” Sam says and there is this husky whisper again. Dean looks up to Sam, his eyes wide, but before he can do anything - not that he would’ve - Sam turns around as well and leaves Dean standing there like a dumbass.

Dean watches them leave with the ugly car half an hour later. He doesn’t wave them back, instead he focuses on his next car and groans when he sees that the family van is still waiting for him.

His life sucks.

“Dean! Customer!”

Dean groans, when he startles and cuts his finger at the car he was just working on. He looks down at the blood, dripping onto the floor and decides ‘fuck it’ before putting his finger into his mouth.

“Mhm.” Dean grumbles and when he turns around he walks right into a very firm chest. He nearly stumbles and falls on his ass, but big hands catch him.

“Hey Dean, so impetuous today hm?”

Dean chokes, when he sees that it’s actually Sam who is standing in front of him. Dean’s eyes widen and he hastily takes a step back from him. His finger still in his mouth, like an idiot, but Sam is smiling at him, before he seems to understand what happened.

“Dean, are you hurt?” He asks and pulls Dean’s finger out of his mouth, Dean is so perplexed he just lets it happen. Sam examines his finger and then goes back to the briefcase, that he seemed to have put down.

Dean watches helplessly and tongue tied, while Sam is searching for something. He finally pulls out some band-aid and even some baby wipes. He cleans Dean’s finger slowly but with care and then wraps the band-aid around Dean’s finger, that started to bleed again when Sam had cleaned it.

“You should be more careful.” Sam says but he is smiling. Dean looks at his finger and blushes when he sees that there are stupid toy cars on the band-aid. He puts his hand behind his back, even though Sam put the childish band-aid around his finger in the first place.

“T-thank you.” Dean mumbles and Sam clasps him on the shoulder, just like his husband did last week. Dean is surprised that he came back, but maybe Dean did some horrible mistake on the car and maybe that’s why Castiel isn’t here and…

“So I wanted to ask you if you could look at the disaster Cas calls a car again? I think one of the lights burned out.” Sam says and Dean takes a deep breath. Okay so he didn’t fuck it up.

“S-sure. If it’s really just the lamp, it should take me five minutes.” Dean offers slowly and he follows Sam to the car. Since it’s nearly closing time, the office is already unoccupied and Bobby is probably on his way home by now.

Lately Dean is the one to close the garage.

“Oh that’s good. Mr. Singer told me you would close soon and I don’t wanna occupy you here longer than you have to.” Sam says and he strokes trough his long hair. Dean kinda want to touch it as well and see if it feels as soft as it is.

“I don’t mind, really. Working on cars is my passion.” Dean says and he facepalms, when Sam isn’t looking at him. Why would he say something like that, Sam didn’t even ask for his life story.

“You seem to be really good at it.” Sam says and he sits down in the car, to start the engine. Dean stays at the front of the car and looks at the two headlights. Sam is right, the left one isn’t working.

“Not really and yeah the left one seems to be broken. I will just get a new lamp, pretty sure Bobby has a similar one around here somewhere.” Dean says and he is a bit surprised to see Sam frown.

Before he can think about it, he walks back into the garage and looks for a new headlight bulb. He finds it in the second cupboard and takes it with him. The sight that greets him when he comes back, lets him stumble, the headlight bulb almost falling to the ground.

It’s warm, but seeing Sam without his jacket in just a tank top does some things to Dean. Sam seems to train a lot and his arms look so strong, Dean wonders if he could pick him up easily. He gets goosebumps at the thought.

While Dean isn’t really small himself, Sam still has a few inches on him and Dean has to say he always admired strong guys a bit, even though Dean can lift heavy stuff himself. Sometimes… he wants to be the… well not weaker part but… the one who doesn’t have to be strong.

Dean shakes his head. Where do those thoughts come from lately?

“It’s really hot today, huh?” Sam says, when Dean comes back and he is now leaning against the ugly pimp mobile. Not that Dean can even focus at all on the car, when Sam arches his back and his muscles flex.

“Uh huh.” Dean whispers and occupies himself with switching out the damn headlight bulb. Sam stays quiet for the moment and it gives Dean time to take a break. Is the guy even knowing what he does to Dean? He has a husband, for god’s sake.

“Have you always lived here?” Sam asks, while Dean finally gets the old headlight bulb out. It’s clearly burned out and Dean throws it to the side. He has to clean up anyway and since Sam is the last customer.

“Yeah, eh my Dad left when I was pretty young and my mum died, so Bobby took me in.” Dean says and normally he doesn’t tell everyone his sob story, but he thinks that he is pretty safe with Sam.

“I’m really sorry, Dean.” Sam says and Dean knows he means it and it’s not just some pity. Dean takes the new lightbulb and presses it into its place.

“What about you, still on vacation here?” Dean asks, because he had never seen Sam or Castiel here before. Dean closes the hood and motions for Sam to start again. Both lights are working this time and Dean nods satisfied with his work.

“Oh no, we recently moved here. Castiel got a job at the university and I’m a lawyer, there is work for me anywhere.” Sam says and Dean hopes his smile looks convincing. A professor and a lawyer, Dean feels incredible small now.

“Sounds great. Well your husband’s pimp mobile is ready.” Dean says and Sam nods. He walks with Dean towards the office and Dean fills out his reckoning. He charges Sam only under ten dollars, because that was really nothing and he kinda hopes to see him again.

“Thank you, Dean.” Sam says and when he drives away two minutes later, Dean waves shyly. Sam winks at him.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean turns around and slips on some oil the car in front of him that he had lost earlier. Dean not only falls clumsily on his ass, the oil is now all over him. He blinks up at Castiel.

“Oh I didn’t mean to startle you.” Castiel says, but there is a tiny smile, that shows Dean he is being laughed at. Dean huffs and slowly gets up, ignoring Castiel’s hand, he wouldn’t want the professor to go to class dirty.

“It’s okay.” Dean says, even though he doesn’t know what is going on. He was never this clumsy in his life before, but as soon as one of the husbands shows up, his body seems to stop working.

Or maybe it works on something different.

“I’m very sorry to disturb you again, but it seems like my car has another problem.” Castiel says and Dean frowns. Sure that’s an old car, but Dean’s Baby is older and never had this many things in just two weeks.

“I mean, it’s my job. So what’s going on?” Dean offers, grabbing his towel again, to at least clean up a little bit. Castiel watches him and then takes the towel out of Dean’s hand, before Dean can even react.

Castiel walks towards the small sink in the garage and wets the towel, before he comes back and carefully dabs over Dean’s left cheekbone, before he continues to clean Dean’s whole face. Even his nose.

Dean flushes a bright red again, his ears burning, but he can’t look away from Castiel’s deep blue eyes. Somehow they calm him down and make him nervous at the same time.

“T-thank you.” Dean stutters out, just as nervous as he was with Sam. Castiel’s smile is genuine and he puts the towel back, before he points at his car.

“So when I drive and then stop at a red light, or anything something ticks rhythmically.” Castiel says and Dean hums. He thinks he knows that problem already, but he wants to make sure.

“You already checked the oil?” Dean asks back and Castiel nods. Dean opens the passenger door and looks at Castiel over the roof.

“You think I can take a short drive?” Dean asks and when Castiel agrees, he sits for the first time down in that pimp mobile. It’s not too bad actually, but still it doesn’t compare to his Baby at all.

“You mind if I come with you?” Castiel asks and he is already sitting down at the passenger seat. Dean sighs inwardly, seems like those two don’t want to leave him alone. Maybe Castiel doesn’t trust him with his car.

“Then let’s see what problem your ‘Lady’ has.” Dean says, smirking at the nickname. Castiel squints at him and Dean has to chuckle a bit. Seems like Castiel is just like a man of his dreams. Dean’s smile vanishes.

He should stop daydreaming about Castiel or Sam. They are happily married and Dean would never get between them.

“Laugh all you want.” Castiel mutters a bit salty and Dean tries to concentrate on the street in front of them. Just as Castiel says there is nothing to hear while they drive. It’s almost awkwardly quiet.

Just as Dean stops at the first red light he can think of, the engine ticks. Yeah, like Castiel had said. Before Dean can actually say what the problem could be, Castiel leans closer.

Dean even stops breathing when Castiel’s left hand finds his way on his thigh. Oh hell Dean is going to die in this ugly car. He doesn’t even realize at first, that Castiel points at something in the dashboard and that this is the reason, why he is so close.

“Dean? I said, that the indicator lamp for the oil isn’t on, so it can’t be that, right?” Castiel asks again and Dean is still concentrating on the hand on his thigh. So warm and Castiel smells so good.

The red light turns green and Dean stalls the engine. The people behind them start to honk loudly and Dean hastily starts the motor again.

“Uhm yeah… I think I do know what’s wrong though.” Dean says quietly, when they drive back to the garage. Castiel is looking out of the passenger window and Dean already wishes he would touch him again.

Even though Castiel is clearly smaller than Sam and even an inch shorter than Dean, he is pretty sure Castiel could easily pin him to a wall as well. Dean pushes the brakes a bit too hard, when they stop, just to get rid of thoughts like that.

“You like it rough huh?” Castiel asks and he is laughing. Dean’s dick tries to stir at those words, mixed with that low voice and he is out of the car, before Castiel can even blink.

Dean doesn’t even answer him, instead he busies himself with opening the hood again and checking the oil anyway. That is mostly unnecessary, but he has to get control over himself first. He knows that he is breathing a bit harder by now, but god he can’t deny it anymore.

He wants Castiel and Sam.

This is so bad, they are freaking married and he is just the small town’s mechanic. Maybe he should finally agree to Charlie’s idea of a double date with her girlfriend and this Aaron guy. Just to get distracted at least.

Dean had never even kissed a guy so far, but he knows that he really wants to. And he wishes his first kiss with a man could be with Castiel or Sam.

“Think you found something?” Castiel asks and Dean nods. He should get this stuff out of his head. Castiel sounds a bit wary by now, maybe he had noticed Dean’s little crush. Oh god, that is so embarrassing.

“Yeah, as you said the oil seems okay, but I’m gonna check the valve adjustment.” Dean explains and Castiel nods, even though he doesn’t seem to understand what Dean is talking about.

“Is that bad?” Castiel asks, obviously worried about his car. Dean shrugs.

“Not really, I mean I probably just have to adjust the valve clearances, but first I have to remove this cover and then the engine has to be manually rotated and then I can measure each valve clearance and adjust them.” Dean explains slowly and Castiel looks more upset with every second.

“But you can do it?” Castiel asks again and Dean nods. He feels pretty confident at least with this topic.

“Sure uhm… it will just take me a while. Would it be okay if I look at her tomorrow morning, first thing?” Dean asks and Castiel seems a bit relieved, that he could at least fix it.

“Of course. I will have Sam come over and get her, it’s his free day tomorrow.” Castiel says and Dean nods. He closes the hood again and then they both walk towards the office again.

Dean looks for his calendar and then writes down that he needs two hours blocked tomorrow, so he could work on the pimp mobile. He ignores Jo’s smile on purpose. Even though nobody at high school knew that he is bisexual, he told Jo and Charlie ages ago.

“Okay so if Sam would stop by at 10am, she should be all ready.” Dean announces and Castiel types it into his phone. He is probably already telling his husband, that he has to get the car.

“Do you need a ride home?” Dean asks, but Castiel is shaking his head. Probably already texted Sam that as well or maybe he would get a cab.

“Thank you so much Dean. We wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Castiel says and Dean walks him back to the door. Just as he wants to say his goodbyes, Castiel is hugging him shortly and then walks towards the next bus station.

Dean stands a few seconds longer speechless in the doorway. Jo’s laughter tears him out of his thoughts and he hastily goes back to his workplace.

“Good morning, Dean.” Sam says happily just five minutes after it turned ten. Dean is prepared this time and doesn’t even hurt himself, he just smiles at the taller man.

“Hey Sam. Lady is all ready and set.” Dean points at the car, that is waiting outside, since Dean had already started to work on the next car. Since it’s early this time Garth is also still here and it’s a bit loud today.

“Thank you, I’m sure Cas will be very happy.” Sam says and they both walk towards the car. Sam whistles when he sees it and Dean has to say he is a bit proud of himself.

“I hope so.” Dean answers and shrugs a bit embarrassed, too.

“Wow you even cleaned it.” Sam says and Dean leans against the hood, while Sam walks around the car. Normally Dean doesn’t do this, it’s simply not his job, but he wanted to do something good for them. Sam strokes over the hood and smiles up at him.

“Thank you, Dean.” Sam says and then he is leaning closer and closer. For a second Dean thinks, that Sam will just put his hand on Dean’s thigh like his husband did before but by then Sam had already pressed a short kiss to Dean’s lips.

Dean sputters and Sam laughs, before leaning in again.

Dean’s eyes fall close without his permission and he lets himself be kissed. Sam’s lips are soft and warm and Dean can’t help but even open his mouth, when Sam’s tongue catches his lower lip.

He isn’t sure who gasps into the kiss, but it doesn’t matter.

Until Dean remembers something very important and he opens his eyes, before he pushes Sam away. Normally that probably wouldn’t do much, but since he catches Sam off guard, the other man stumbles back, looking very surprised.

“Are you out of your mind?” Dean hisses, he can’t yell or Garth and Bobby would come out to look for him. Sam frowns at the words, but even tries to take Dean’s hand in his own. Dean breaks loose and gets some distance between them.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” Sam asks, his lips so red, because seconds ago Dean was kissing him like his life depended on it. Dean wipes over his own mouth, still clearly tasting the other man.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean asks again and Sam makes the mistake to come closer again. Just as he touches Dean’s arm, Dean smacks his cheek. It makes an incredible loud sound and Dean prays to every god that the others didn’t hear that.

“You are married, do you remember that? Heck you have the most amazing husband and you are cheating on him like that? I thought you were just as perfect yourself, but apparently you are just an asshole.” Dean growls at him and he doesn’t even care that he practically admitted his crushes towards them.

“Yeah I know that but…” Sam starts, but Dean shakes his head.

“I’m not letting you cheat on Castiel with me. I… I’m not just a toy, you can both play with and then throw away.” Dean says and to his own horror there are tears welling in his eyes. But maybe that is really what they did. They both played with him the last weeks.

Dean runs back towards the garage without another look at Sam. Garth doesn’t say anything, but he holds his arms out for a hug and for the first time in forever, Dean happily accepts it from his friend.

The tears don’t stop for a long time.

“Boy? I’m going home now, are you sure you are okay?” Bobby asks a few nights later, when it’s already dark outside and everyone else is already home.

“Yeah sure.” Dean answers, half-heartedly but thankfully Bobby doesn’t ask any more questions. He never does, since he knows that he can trust Dean to come to him, if something is really wrong.

The door falls closed and Dean is alone with his thoughts again. He feels miserable. Neither Sam nor Castiel were here the last days, to look for him. It’s probably better that way.

He just had such a good feeling with them and he should’ve never let them come so close to him. He was just the mechanic, maybe a cute fling. At least for Sam. Dean closes the hood of the small tractor he was working on and goes to wash his hands at the sink. He would really clean up at home.

Dean looks up when there is a noise outside and his heart is beating a bit faster. He reaches for his screwdriver and holds it up. The steps come closer to the door. Dean tries to calm himself down, it could just be Bobby, but he is sure there is more than one person coming.

“Psscht.” One of them says and then the door opens.

Dean is holding up the screwdriver just to protect him, when he sees that the intruders are actually just Sam and Castiel.

“Dean it’s just us.” Castiel says hastily, because he can for sure see how white Dean is around his nose. Dean doesn’t slow the screwdriver though. Normally he isn’t such a wimp, but lately everything seems to get out of control.

“Hey it’s okay, Babyboy.” Sam says and he comes closer. Dean tries to get his breathing back in control and Sam takes the screwdriver out of his hands, his smile is almost careful. Dean’s eyes well up with tears again.

“What… what do you want here?” Dean asks them, his voice a bit shaky. He sits down at the chair and strokes over his hair.

“I wanted to apologize.” Sam says quietly and Dean doesn’t even glance at him. He is still angry and hurt that Sam did that with him.

“And we wanted to explain.” Castiel says quietly and he kneels down in front of Dean, who frowns. What do they want to explain? That this was all just a joke?

Dean just snuffles, before he wipes over his eyes.

“I’m really sorry Dean. I shouldn’t have kissed you just like that. I should’ve made sure that you wanted it, too.” Sam says and Dean finally looks at him. Seems like Sam is still not really understanding the problem here.

“Especially since I wanted to be the first to kiss you.” Castiel says, just as Dean opens his mouth to answer. Dean’s exhales loudly, because what?

“Huh?” Dean says and they both start to laugh at that.

“Okay, so tell us honestly, did you like kissing Sam?” Castiel asks and Dean isn’t sure if this isn’t just a trick, but Castiel’s blue eyes look so honest and Dean can feel himself nodding against his will.

“Good boy.” Castiel answers cheekily and Dean blushes under the now knowing gaze.

“Dean, have you ever heard of a polyamorous relationship before?” Sam asks and he sounds so tender. Dean shakes his head a bit, he may have heard that yes, but he doesn’t really know what it means.

“Sam never ‘cheated’ on me like you thought he did. Dean, Sam and I are in a polyamorous relationship and we both want you to be part of it.” Castiel explains slowly and Dean gasps quietly.

“Why?” Is the only thing he gets out. He can see how sad Sam and Castiel both look at that question.

“Oh baby.” Castiel says and he takes both of Dean’s hands in his own warm ones. Sam smiles a bit encouraging.

“How could we not, Dean? You may not realize it, but you are such a nice and funny person. You give people a lot, even when they don’t deserve it and you are caring so much. I fell in love the first time you talked to us.” Sam explains and Dean’s eyes grow wider with every word.

“I’m not…” Dean starts, because he knows he doesn’t deserve them and to be honest, this just sounds like a dream. Maybe the intruders got to him and hit him on the head.

“He is right. Dean you are wonderful and we didn’t even start about how cute you are.” Castiel smiles at him and Dean feels the world spinning.

“And pretty hot, too.” Sam grins.

“You… you don’t know me.” Dean whispers, but the ‘and I don’t know you either’ goes unsaid. Dean knows that he is crushing on both of them, too. He was so confused these last days, because is it possible to fall in love with two people?

Apparently, yes.

“But we would like to get to know you.” Castiel says and he is still holding Dean’s hands. Sam is leaning closer and presses a soft kiss to Dean’s forehead. Dean can feel himself smiling a little bit.

“You really mean that?” Dean asks, sounding way too hopeful. He would for sure need to look this whole thing up and even though both seem to make it seem easy, Dean knows every relationship takes work.

“Of course. Not as a toy, as an equal boyfriend.” Sam whispers and this time, Dean grabs his shirt and pulls him down for another kiss. God he had missed those lips, even though he had only felt them once before.

When Sam breaks the kiss slowly, Dean licks over his own lips. Yeah, he could get used to that. Castiel is pouting.

“Two to nothing.” Sam says happily and Castiel pushes his boyfriend a bit away. Their boyfriend. Dean blushes badly and then blinks innocently up at Castiel, who seems to get the hint.

Castiel leans closer and just as Dean’s eyes flutter closed, he gets kissed again. Castiel kisses different than Sam, even a bit more dominant, but still so soft. He nibbles on Dean’s lips, before he licks into Dean’s mouth as if he already owns him.

“You were right, Sam. He is a great kisser.” Castiel says, when Dean has to breath again and breaks the kiss, way too soon.

Dean smiles shyly up at them. He doesn’t think he ever felt this good.

“Hey babyboy.” Dean blushes furiously even though he is alone at the garage again. This time Sam drives the ugly Pimp mobile into the garage and for a moment Dean thinks it’s broken down again, but then he sees that it’s raining outside.

“Hi.” Dean says, still shy around them, even though they have been both very patient with him. It’s only been eight weeks, but Dean thinks this is what love feels like. And also what it’s like to be loved.

“Are you done for today?” Castiel asks and he pushes Sam out of the way, to kiss their youngest boyfriend. Dean humms happily. He loves it, when they can ‘compare’ so playfully. Sam gets his kiss as well.

“Yeah I think I should be done in five minutes? Just need to put a new headlight into the green car.” Dean says and points at the car in the corner. Sam nods and sits on his chair, Castiel on his lap. Dean grins at them.

He remembers how he had seen them for the first time like this.

Dean goes over to the car and starts to do his work. He should really be done in a few minutes, so he leans down over the open hood. He hears Sam whistle and blushes even more. One day they would be the death of him.

Dean wiggles his ass a bit anyway.

“Oh do you remember when we first came here? God, my Lady broke down so often.” Castiel says and Dean knows Sam is rolling his eyes at the nickname. He ‘hates’ it that Dean and Castiel have names for their cars.

“Yeah god, he had to change a headlight, too. I nearly couldn’t resist touching him.” Sam says and just like that he is directly behind Dean. Slowly reaching his arms around him and stroking over his tummy.

Dean’s breath hitches.

“I bet the sight was just as gorgeous as it is now.” Castiel whispers somehow directly into Dean’s ear, who shudders helplessly. Castiel knows exactly what his voice does to Dean.

“Oh it was.” Sam growls out and he presses against Dean with his whole body. Dean aches his back and he presses his ass right against Sam’s dick. Fuck. Dean can hear how Castiel chuckles, but it sounds strangled as well.

“Such a good boy, right? Did everything we wanted, right Sam?” Castiel says and his hand strokes over Dean’s hair. Dean leans into the touch and Castiel presses some hot kisses on his neck.

Sam doesn’t seem to be bored, though. His hands carefully wander under Dean’s jeans and Dean bucks up to them. Both of them stop.

“Are you sure?” Sam whispers and Dean nods. God he had wanted this for a bit, but he never dared to ask, but he knows they will take good care of him.

“Please?” Dean whispers back and just like that Castiel kisses him again. This time their kiss turns a lot more heated and Dean moans helplessly. He had known Castiel had a wicked tongue from Sam’s stories but this lets his knees buckle.

“Maybe we should sit down.” Sam suggest and he is chuckling, while he holds Dean up. Dean nods a bit out of breath already, his dick straining painfully against his jeans, even though nothing happened so far.

Sam helps him to turn around and before Dean reacts, he already hauls him up in his arms, like a bride. Dean squeaks a bit at that and he holds onto Sam’s neck. Fuck he had dreamed about this.

To his surprise Sam sits down on the hood of Castiel’s pimp mobile. Castiel takes the blanket, they always have in the garage and puts it under them, before Sam sits down.

Sam slides a bit back until his back is pressed against the cool glass of the windshield, Dean can hear him hiss a bit at that and then he lets his legs fall open, Dean now sitting between them, his own back against Sam’s strong chest.

“Let us make you feel good, hm?” Castiel says and he only leans over the hood. His hands burning hot on Dean’s thighs again. Sam is now the one kissing his neck and Dean’s breath grows heavier with each one.

“Please.” Dean whimpers again, not even sure what he is asking for. Castiel smiles at him and then opens his belt. Luckily he had already dressed out of his work clothes. The back of his hand presses against Dean’s hard cock through the jeans. Castiel winks at Sam.

“It’s okay, baby.” Castiel shushes Dean and then throws the belt carelessly away. He opens Dean’s jeans a second later and Sam holds his ass up, so Castiel can easily pull the jeans down. Dean feels exposed, even though he is still wearing his underwear.

“So beautiful for us, hm?” Sam whispers into his ear and bites into the sensitive skin. Dean gasps loudly and then Sam’s hands wander under his flannel. Sam carefully strokes over his nipples and Dean’s hips thrust up without his intention. Castiel chuckles.

“He is so sensitive. I love it.” Castiel almost growls and Dean whines again. He never had this much attention on him and they haven’t really done anything yet. Castiel leans down again and mouths against his cock through his by now wet underwear.

It feels incredible good and Dean throws his head back. Sam doesn’t stop touching his nipples either and Dean can feel how hard his boyfriend is as well. Even Castiel seems a bit bothered, his face a faint red. Dean watches how they kiss for a moment.

“M-more.” Dean tries to demand, but it sounds more like begging than anything else. Still Castiel does what he wants and finally gets rid of his underwear too. Sam’s right hand now curling around Dean’s dick.

“Want me to get you off?” Sam breaths against his neck and Dean nods hastily. He doesn’t care how they do it, he just knows that he won’t last long. Not like this, not when he never did this.

Castiel kisses him wetly, while Sam’s hand begins to move and all Dean can do is pant into Castiel’s mouth and hope to survive this.

“Being so good for us, Dean.” Sam whispers with every third stroke and Dean didn’t know he had praise kink but he can feel his cock twitching every time Sam says it. Castiel palms himself through his jeans by now and Sam ruts carefully against Dean’s ass. They both kiss over Dean’s shoulder and seriously that is so hot.

“C-close.” Dean whimpers, when Sam’s hand moves even faster and just as he thinks he can last at least a few minutes longer, Castiel pinches his left nipple.

“Come for us.” Sam says at the same time and that is all it takes for Dean, to come over Sam’s fist and the blanket. Castiel kisses him again and rubs himself on Dean’s thigh, his jeans at his ankles. Dean doesn’t really register that.

He feels too far away right now.

“Fuck Dean.” Sam growls and Dean can feel him come against his ass, even though Sam is still wearing his pants. Dean shudders violently and moans again. Somehow that seems to trigger Castiel as well with Sam’s hand around his dick now, because he comes only a second later, all over Dean’s thigh.

“Aw Babyboy.” Castiel says, when he sees that Dean sleepily blinks up at him. Castiel kisses him again and Dean can’t muster more than another hum.

“I can’t believe our first time was on this damn ugly pimp mobile.” Dean whispers happilly and Sam snorts loudly. Castiel smirks himself.

“Well I’m just glad we tortured my poor car to get closer to you.” Castiel says grinning and Dean frowns up at him. Sam is still laughing.

“What?” Dean mumbles and Sam strokes over his chest.

“We were so smitten with you, Baby when we met you the first time, we just had to come back, to see you again, but we needed an excuse.” Sam explains and Dean tries to glare at him. It doesn’t seem to work, because Sam boops his nose in answer.

“Totally worth it.” Sam says and Castiel nods.

“Yeah but honestly it was such a bitch to shift the valve clearances.” Castiel smirks. Dean gasps, because that assholes knew exactly what the car had back then. Ohh they did play him a bit.

“Sorry baby.” Sam says and kisses him, Dean going pliant in his arms again. He is glad that they did that in the end. Because he never had anything like this in his life.

“I love you.” Dean whispers and they both seem to be a bit shocked by that. Dean wouldn’t take the words back though. Castiel breaks out into a smile first and he kisses Sam and then Dean.

“I love you both.” Castiel says and Sam whispers his own love confession to them. Dean sighs happily and closes his eyes.

Tomorrow though he would make them pay for that.

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