“Oh come on, why are you two so tense around each other?” Ian chuckled, sauntering over to where Dean and Cas were standing. Cas looked over at Dean, as if waiting for him to explain it as well, but Dean feigned ignorance, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about—”
“Dude. The raw sexual tension between you two is thick enough to cut with a chain saw.” Ian raised his eyebrow at Dean’s stubborn expression of denial, then took a step up to Castiel, who was studying Ian curiously, head tilting to the side innocently.
“You are the human manifestation of Dean’s automotive, correct?”
“Call me Ian, handsome.” Ian’s voice was a low purr, the rumbling coming deep from his chest as his fingers coiled around the angel’s tie. Dean felt a wave of jealously shoot down his spine - jealousy that Cas didn’t smack Ian’s hand away, and jealously that Ian was paying attention to someone other than Dean.
“Alright, Ian.” Cas’ voice was confused, but his blue eyes flickered over Ian’s strong frame, trailing down the line of his neck to where his jeans clung to his hips.
“Much better. And what should I call you? So I know what to scream later.” Ian leaned in to murmur the last bit against the shell of Cas’ ear, his gaze flickering over to Dean with a lazy smirk.
Cas shivered slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, looking over to Dean as well.
“I- Here, I am called Cas.”
“Mhmm. Nice and short, easy to moan.” Ian chuckled and drew back, blue eyes flashing to Dean as he trailed a finger along Castiel’s stubbled jaw. Dean just realized his breathing had gone slightly heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked between the two dark haired men - one whose pupils were dilated with arousal, chapped lips parted with shallow breathing, the other who was smirking invitingly over at Dean, tongue flicking out to moisten his own lips.
“Come now Dean. I’m sure we can all work out some sort of arrangement.”
easy to moan