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Dean was a jitter of nerves. He and Cas had discussed their plans for tonight and while both of them thought they knew how it would go, neither of them wanted to count their chickens before they hatched.
Alfie and Cas had already preceded Benny and Dean down to the car, Cas leveling Dean with a look and saying “Don’t dawdle,” before heading down.
Dean struggled with his tie, his fingers fumbling as he stared in the mirror. The shower still ran, Benny having come home later than planned due to an issue with the money drop at the bank on his way home.
Grinning in triumph when he finally got it, he knocked on the sliding glass door of the shower and cracked it open a tiny bit. “Want me to wait for you up here or meet you downstairs?”
“If you stick around up here, we’re liable to do exactly what Cas warned us not to do,” Benny said.
Dean chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’ll meet you downstairs,” Dean said, then slipped out of the bathroom. He jogged down the stairs and frowned when he didn’t hear or see Cas or Alfie in the living room. Doing a quick sweep of the downstairs, Dean didn’t find them.
Not until he opened the door to the garage.
And wasn’t that a pretty little picture? Dean’s breath stuttered on an intake as he saw Cas and Alfie kissing in the front seat of his precious Impala. Car sex was a thing of the relative past, especially with the logistics of 4 people to work with, but it had always done something to Dean, knowing he was taking apart (or being taken apart by) someone he loved with something that was so precious to him. It was… it was kind of like seeing Alfie in Dean’s clothes. Something a little possessive that burned in Dean.
Slowly, he made his way to his car, eyes glued to Cas and Alfie. He yanked open the door and they broke apart, panting, Alfie turning to crane his neck round to look at Dean with a not quite apologetic smirk.
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account,” Dean said, sliding onto the bench seat of his car, closing the door firmly behind him, then turning so he could lean back on the door, one leg up on the seat.
Alfie blushed, still smirking that unrepentant smirk, before turning around completely to crawl over Dean’s lap. Their lips met and Dean would never tire of this. Each of his lover’s kisses had a distinct flavor, a unique method of it. Benny kissed hard and deep, with nips and bites and pulling lips. Castiel was deep, commanding and yet gentle. Alfie was mutable, sometimes shy, sometimes demanding, but always enthusiastic.
Dean’s hand came up to tangle in Alfie’s hair and he gave his head a small tug. Alfie cried out, Dean swallowing the sound and Alfie rocked in his lap, their erections sliding together. Dean pulled away with a gasp.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Thoughts of their reservation were forgotten as Alfie’s lips moved along his jaw and along Dean’s neck. Nimble hands loosened his green and gold tie and unbuttoned his black shirt, fingers darting over Dean’s chest to splay hotly across his flesh.
Alfie hummed against Dean’s skin as he made his way down his chest, finding and playing with Dean’s nipples before moving lower. Alfie gasped against Dean’s bare stomach, hands faltering on the snap of his dress pants and Dean dragged his eyes open in time to see Alfie’s eyes fluttering closed, a blissful, needy expression on his face.
Behind him, Cas was partially kneeling and his hands were running up under the shirt he’d pulled out of Alfie’s pants, pushing it up above his shoulders and kissing down along his spine. Cas was already disheveled looking, his own shirt parted over his chest and he pressed his skin to Alfie’s, hands wrapping around Alfie’s chest and pulling him up and off Dean and into his lap, sucking on Alfie’s neck.
Dean watched as Alfie’s head lolled to one side, giving Cas all the access he needed. He whined, hips pressing down into Cas, one hand going back go grip at Cas’s leg, the other grasping desperately to the back of the seat.
The hard line of his dick was easy to see in Alfie’s dress pants and his breath was coming quicker. Smirking, Dean shifted, brought his leg up under him to enable him to reach, then he undid Alfie’s pants and slipped his hands into the waistband, easing them and Alfie’s boxers down as far as they could go, taking in the already leaking cock.
“Well,” Dean murmured. “I don’t think we can go to dinner with you like this. Guess I’ll just have to do something about that.”
Alfie whimpered, Dean’s name a breathless gasp on his lips that turned into a loud cry when Dean took him down to the hilt. Dean closed his eyes and moaned around Alfie’s cock, feeling it twitch in his mouth.
“Doesn’t he look good like that, Alfie?” Cas murmured. Dean looked up to see Cas’s lips close to Alfie’s ear, briefly sucking on the shell of it before continuing. “Open your eyes, look at him, with your cock in his mouth, so eager for it.” As he spoke, Cas finished taking off Alfie’s shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up, the flushing of his skin spreading.
God, Alfie was so damn pretty. Dean liked that they were the only ones who would ever see him like this. Nearly vibrating with the praise, Dean set to work, licking and sucking Alfie’s dick, his hands spreading over Alfie’s still clothed thighs and then dipping up to his waist and back around to his partially naked ass. He pulled Alfie in, trying to take him deeper and his finger brushed against something when he flexed.
Alfie cried out and thrust into Dean’s mouth, despite Cas’s grip on him. Cas leaned back and looked down.
“Oh, oh, Alfie… “ Cas’s voice was hushed, awed. Fabric shifted against Dean’s hands and then Alfie’s pants and boxers were gone, Cas urging Alfie up to push them down further. Cas’s hand brushed Dean’s, a hot brand, as they zeroed in on the plug Dean had found.
Alfie rocked back as Cas played with the plug, then forward into Dean’s mouth. “Please, please, please,” he cried out brokenly. The hand on Cas’s leg had slid away when Cas had moved them, and now it grasped desperately at Dean’s hair.
Dean swallowed around Alfie, then licked his way back up to suckle at the tip of his flushed cock. He teased with his tongue and his lips, reveling in the small cries Alfie gave every time Dean enveloped him completely. Bobbing his head, Dean lost himself in the aborted thrusts of Alfie’s hips, in the salty taste of him on Dean’s tongue and was almost taken by surprise when Alfie came but he swallowed it all down.
Couldn’t get their clothes dirty. They had plans…
Dean pulled off Alfie’s softening cock with a wet pop, settling back against the seat as he struggled to get his own breathing under control, his own dick hard as a rock and straining his pants.
He opened his eyes to see a mostly naked Alfie seated firmly in Cas’s lap, Cas slumped back against the seat, his eyes glued down, his hands gripping Alfie’s hips hard as they rocked together. Dean watched, fascinated, his hand moving down to palm at his cock even as Alfie surged forward just enough to brush their lips together in an open mouth kiss.
Alfie was whimpering and his hands fluttered back down Dean’s naked chest, to their original objective, stopping briefly to gently caress the newly healed scar in Dean’s shoulder. Still trying to reach Dean’s lips with his own, Alfie’s hands flicked open his pants and drew Dean’s dick out. Dean groaned, bucking into his searing grip.
The passenger side door opened and Benny leaned down to peer in, his arms braced on the roof of the Impala.
“Well, now,” he said. “I’m feelin’ a mite left out. Thought we had places to be?” The broad grin and appreciative gaze gave lie to the words, his eyes flicking over the tangle the three of them made in the front seat. “Fuck,” Benny groaned.
“Think you can fit?” Dean said breathlessly, Alfie’s hands moving along his shaft unrelentingly.
Benny raised an eyebrow disbelievingly, but suddenly Cas shifted, moving Alfie and himself, and Dean could see him calculating how to make room for Benny to join them.
“Dean, sit back against the door, yes, exactly,” Cas said, as Dean complied. Once Dean was in place, he watched Cas urge Alfie onto his hands and knees and with a happy sound, Alfie took Dean into his mouth, returning the favor from only seconds before, Dean jerking up into the warm heat of his mouth.
He watched Alfie’s eyes flutter shut when Cas knelt behind him and eased back inside of Alfie, draping over Alfie’s back and kissing Dean briefly before looking back at Benny. “See anything you’d like?” Cas asked, moving leisurely behind Alfie, keeping his thrusts slow and even.
Dean had been at the center of such deliberate action from Cas before and god, he knew how maddening that could be.
“Oh yeah,” Benny growled. Behind Cas, Benny moved, ducking out of Dean’s sight. He couldn’t see what Benny did next but Dean could guess. Cas moaned and shifted, rocking back and forward and Dean was absolutely sure that Benny was fucking Cas on his tongue.
Benny’s knees were gonna hurt from the concrete and Dean made a note to reward him with something later, but for now, Dean could only whine, not being able to see Benny eating out Cas’s ass. Dean swelled as Alfie worked him over and he watched Cas’s mouth drop open. Dean clutched at Alfie’s hair, holding him still while Dean’s hips fucked upwards once, twice and spilled into Alfie’s mouth.
Alfie swallowed all of it, chasing after each drop of his come, licking up any that had escaped and landed on Dean’s stomach. It tickled slightly and he drew Alfie’s head up to capture his lips again. Against his leg, Alfie rocked and slid, his erection once again hard.
Castiel groaned, loud and hard, drawing Dean’s gaze away from Alfie. Benny was ducked into Cas’s neck, those big hands sliding down his arms, to Cas’s hips. Alfie licked into Dean’s mouth with a small whimper, his hands clutching at Dean’s thighs.
“Don’t come yet, Alfie,” Cas uttered. “Can’t get our dinner clothes dirty.”
Alfie whimpered again, his head falling into the crook of Dean’s neck where he mouthed absently against Dean’s sweaty skin. There was the sound of something snapping shut and something else tearing, before Benny was reaching around Cas for Alfie, sliding a condom over his dick.
“All right,” Cas whispered into Alfie’s ear. “It’s safe to come any time you want now.”
“Oh fuck,” Alfie gasped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.’
Cas smiled, then leaned back, kissing Benny approvingly before thrusting into Alfie hard. Alfie cried out against Dean’s skin, a wet vibration of desperation. Dean reached between them, grasped Alfie’s cock and pulled at it gently, thumbing at the tip and twisting teasingly. His own cock twitched and fuck but he wished he was as young and resilient as Alfie was.
Alfie rocked into Dean’s hand with every thrust from Cas, a sweaty, whimpering mess. Benny’s hands had pulled Cas back as far as he could into his partially bare chest without them hitting the roof of the Impala, Benny’s hands curled up and around Cas’s shoulders from underneath.
Cas twisted to kiss Benny, one hand scraping along that beard to keep their faces turned into each other while the other tangled with Dean’s other hand in Alfie’s hair.
The car rocked with each rolling thrust, Benny picking up speed as he pounded into Cas. Watching them was making Dean’s blood boil and if he could have come again, he sure as hell would have.
Fuck, but this would make some very good dream fodder right there.
Jerking forward, Cas’s lips slid away from Benny’s with a sharp cry and Benny growled, biting at Cas’s throat. In Dean’s hand, Alfie’s cock pulsed, his hips jerked and Alfie threw his head back in a silent cry.
Benny shifted forward, hips stuttering than stilling as he nuzzled Cas’s neck gruffly, leaving beard burn behind, which did nothing to cover the bite marks he’d also left.
They slumped together, the four of them laying sprawled across the bench seat in a tangle of sweaty, partially clothed limbs, panting hard. Dean looked down at them, at the flush of Alfie’s cheeks and the shocked mess of Cas’s hair, and Benny’s damn big grin and Dean’s heart was so full it nearly burst.
God, he fucking loved them. He caressed Alfie’s cheek gently as the younger man lazily pressed small, chaste kisses along Dean’s collarbone. Dean gazed at his lovers softly, warmly, the look sure to be sappy as hell with the way he was feeling.
The air was heavy with the scent of sex and colognes, and with the weight of the future, the weight of the box in Dean’s pocket, and the knowledge of the other in Cas’s.
“Marry us,” Dean blurted. Alfie froze, the kisses he’d been laying on Dean pausing as Benny’s eyes went wide, one arm pushing him up and off Cas to peer around at Dean.
“Dean,” Cas chided gently. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
Alfie stiffened above him and Benny’s eyes shuttered. No, no, no, that should not be happening, that’s not what Cas meant and he didn’t want Alfie or Benny to believe even for one second that asking had been a mistake.
“I know, I know, Cas. I jumped the gun, but babe, it’s nothing we weren’t already gonna ask,” Dean pushed out in a desperate rush. Alfie slumped bonelessly against him in relief and Cas’s eyes softened as he realized his misstep.
“True, but I didn’t want either of them to think it was just a heat of the moment question,” Cas said. “That’s why we had it all planned out.”
“You… you really wanna marry us?” Benny’s drawl had gone thick, the way it always did when overwhelmed or filled with emotion. Or both.
Cas sat up, forcing Benny, in turn, to do the same, then turned to face Benny, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and giving it a massaging squeeze, the kind Dean knew Benny always seemed to need, that he took comfort in.
“We do. And we also understand if the two of you need to take some time to talk about it, just you. It’s a big commitment and your decision would affect more than just yourself,” Cas said softly.
“But we already have,” Alfie twisted, shoving his back against the seat so he could see Cas and Benny clearly. “And we’d love to. We just…”
“We don’t really see how that’s gonna happen,” Benny finished.
“You’ve talked about this too?” Dean asked, his voice hushed but happy. Alfie turned back to him and crawled up to settle on his lap and kiss Dean.
“Yeah, we have.”
Dean relaxed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He pulled away, leaning back against the window. “Oh, thank god,” he said with a grin. “We were afraid we were moving too quick.” Dean laughed a little. “Hell, to be honest, we were afraid of a lot of things.”
“Why?” Alfie asked, confusion showing on his face. He bit his lip as he waited anxiously for Dean’s answer. “You must have known we were a bit of sure thing.”
“After last month, when… “ Dean swallowed, the fear that accompanied the rare events of last month rearing its ugly head. The fear that he’d never see his husband or the other two men he’d wished he could also call his husband again. “We – I – thought it would prove too much. Too… too much to deal with. The entire week afterwards, you both walked on eggshells. I thought for sure that was it.”
“Dean,” Benny broke in, that drawl doing much to soothe Dean’s nerves. “We were scared as hell, sure, for you . We could have lost you. That’s what had Alfie and me talking. If we could marry you, we would. And hell, we’d both say yes in a heartbeat… but how ?”
Dean chuckled, relief flooding through him. “Well, the great Cas has a plan for that.”
“Cas always has a plan,” Alfie said with a twinkle in his eye, leaning back to catch Cas’s gaze and grin.
“So, what is this grand plan, then?” Benny asked.
“Well, I don’t know about all of you, but we did have plans that we’ve rather derailed already,” Cas pointed out. “Why don’t we discuss it over dinner?”