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Christmas time in New York City was Dean’s favorite time of the year. He enjoyed walking around the grand city as the small pecks of snow fell on his head. He didn’t mind the almost negative temperatures. Walking around the city and getting gifts for his girlfriend, Lisa, was an annual Christmas tradition that started only a year ago.

He moved to New York City when he got a job as a surgeon at the New York City Hospital. He’s only the age of 29, but he aced through college and all the training required. Meeting Lisa at the hospital changed his life. He didn’t expect to find his future girlfriend when he originally planned to move. 

Her pearly whites, beautiful tan skin, and mesmerizing eyes really threw him for a loop when she was assigned to show him around the hospital. Not to mention she had the softest voice he’d ever heard. Within three months of working at the hospital, he knew that he wanted to be with her, so he proposed the question, “Will you be my girlfriend?” Ever since then, he felt that he was going to be with her forever.

It was a striking seven o’clock when Dean decided to take his stroll down Broadway to buy a gift for Lisa. She had been complaining about the cold and how she notes that her hands may get frostbite. She never wore gloves… so Dean surprising her with a new pair of gloves for the remaining winter time was the solution.

Lisa always loved his gifts, whether it was for her birthday, Valentine’s, Christmas, any holiday that involved getting gifts. She was so easy to please and that’s why Dean has always enjoyed buying her new gifts. It was so simple and yet almost cheap, considering that he makes bank at the hospital.

He’s been approached with questions about proposing to Lisa or marrying her, and his answer was always the same. “I am not ready yet.” He’d only been dating her for nine months! There’s no way he’s ready to get married! So whenever he was out at the store, he did his best to avoid the jewelry section, even though Lisa always has to have the nicest, newest jewelry.

Tonight, Dean’s featured store was Bloomingdale’s. He smiled when he faced the entrance. This was one of his favorite stores and he believed that they would have the best pair of gloves for Lisa. 

Of course, when he stepped foot inside the building, it was a madhouse. Christmas was in a week and people were rushing from aisle to aisle trying to get last minute gifts before anyone else. Dean chuckled at the stumbling shoppers and he knew not to be like them. He was going to take his time, even though the rush of people were making his anxiety build.

He glanced slowly back and forth at the chickens with their heads cut off and mosied through the store. The glove department was in the back of the store where there were hardly as many people as the front.

He continued to smile because he could not wait to face Lisa when he surprises her. She always made the cutest face when she was happy. Her nose would scrunch up, she’d be smiling so wide to where her gums would be exposed, and her eyes would squint enough to where you couldn’t tell what color they were. To Dean, she was the most fascinating person. He was lucky to call her his girl. He was praying that Lisa would want to swipe her v-card with him the night of Christmas. It always shocked him that she had never had sex because she was absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous. She could make men fall to their knees and beg for her attention. But she still remained a virgin and they never bothered her nor Dean.

He’d finally reached the glove department and his eyes landed directly on the brightest white gloves he had ever seen. They were fluffy as hell, too. He knew immediately that those gloves had to be Lisa’s. His strides grew in length as he almost jogged to retrieve them. He took a hold of the left hand glove and pulled it off the rack.

But then there was an opposing tug. He was drawn back to the center. When he turned, he looked down to find a hand on the right hand glove. But it wasn’t his hand.

A tsunami of apologies rushed out of his mouth without even looking up at the stranger. “Oh gosh, I am so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

He instantly regretted his decision to look up in the stranger’s eyes. There’s no way this person was real. His eyes resembled the ocean. They were the most beautiful things Dean had ever seen. He felt like he was drowning in them. His knees felt weak and a flush of embarrassment rose in his cheeks. He knew his face was as red as a tomato. Why was he feeling his heart flutter?

“Oh…” Dean managed to say after gazing into the alluring ocean eyes. 

The stranger’s light pink lips formed an apologetic grin. He chuckled. Why did he have to do that? 

“I am sorry. You had these first, so you can have them,” the handsome stranger said in a raspy, deep voice.

They both refused to look away from each other or let go of the gloves. Dean couldn’t move; he felt as if he were developing a crush on this man and he’d only known him for thirty seconds. “No please, you take them. I can find another pair.” Dean’s throat was dry, all the saliva gone as if his mouth had a drought. His mind kept running through his thoughts.

Hot stranger. Lisa. Gloves. Hot stranger. Lisa. Hot stranger… hot stranger… hot stranger . It seemed as if Lisa was erased from his brain, all thanks to the man in front of him.

“I insist. Please take them,” the sexy, husky voice said again. His voice was like music to Dean’s ears. He wanted to hear his voice over and over… and over. 

“Well, I still say that you should have them, but I know what you’re going to say,” Dean nervously giggled. God, this guy is making him giggle like a little girl! What is he doing to him?! “But we can’t share the gloves because that would only leave us both with one,” he stupidly acknowledged. Yes Dean… that was something even Albert Einstein couldn’t figure out. Way to make yourself sound like a complete idiot!

The stranger almost invaded Dean’s personal space when he took a few steps toward him. However, neither one of them cared about how close they were. Dean’s heart was racing now. He couldn’t stop it.

“How about I make a proposition?” the angel-like man suggested. “I will take the gloves, but I will take you out to dinner. I would feel horrible if you declined because I took your gift from you.”

Dean was having a battle with oxygen. Did he really just ask me out on a date? A date with this sexy motherfucker? Hell. Yes.

“I will not decline,” Dean breathed helplessly. He sounded ridiculous. He let go of the glove that he was strangling. The stranger stuffed the gloves in his trench coat pocket. Dean didn’t even take notice of his other dazzling features. There was light stubble on his chin up to right under his nose that matched his dark hair. His hair was slicked to the side, but it had a messy, spiked look to it. Gorgeous couldn’t describe his skin. He must go tanning every day because he was tan as fuck! Dean caught himself staring at the almost pale pink lips that perfected his face that resembled a Greek god. He was internally dying to touch them with his lips. 

Wait… he has a girlfriend, for God’s sake! Why was he thinking about kissing this man whom he didn’t even know the name of?! Fuck!

“Meet me outside of the store. I will go pay for these and I will take you out. My Christmas present to you from me,” the tan god stated. 

Dean nodded his head rapidly as if he were a peasant to his king. When he felt his feet stumbling backwards, he fumbled with his words. “Uh, y-yes of course. I will-.” He was interrupted by the sudden manikin behind him. He clumsily grasped the plastic body to stop himself from falling. How did I not even see that?! What is happening?!

Another deep chuckle was produced by the trench coat wearing man. Dean couldn’t help but blush out of embarrassment. “I will meet you outside!” he practically shouted as he ran out of the store to avoid any other embarrassments. The blue-eyed man watched him with fascination. Whatever Dean was feeling… he reciprocated.

Outside of the building, Dean paced back and forth, bumping into angry or stressed out citizens. His fingernails were receiving the torture of being nibbled on by anxious teeth. Dean felt as if he were trapped in his own mind. He wanted nothing more than to leave. But he wanted to go out with this mysterious man. He wanted to go home and cover Lisa with kisses. He wanted to grab this man by his trench coat and fuck him in the nearest alley. His wants… no his needs for this man were starting to haunt his wants towards Lisa. No one has ever made him feel like this… not even Lisa, his goddamn girlfriend !

He knew the lines in the store were holding the man back, but he refused to quit looking through the windows to see where he was in the line. Every time, the man made eye contact with him that made Dean silently whimper. His abused fingernails never left his mouth. He caught people looking back and staring at his deranged pacing, but he couldn’t say anything to them. 

He wanted to plant his back against the wall and slide down it in shame. He felt as if he were cheating on Lisa by even thinking about the stranger. He wanted to cry but there weren’t any tears coming up. His heart was thumping through his chest. He was excited to go on a date with the beautiful angel. 

When he looked back through the windows, the man was finally checking out. Dean closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He tried to calm his anxious heart, but he failed. 

He sat on the bench at the side of the store, his toes tapping on the concrete sidewalk and hand patting his leg. His other hand ran a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. Nothing was calming himself down. He was just going to have to deal with the fact that he was a bat out of hell on the inside.

He recognized the man when he finally walked out of the store. Blue eyes met Dean’s forest green eyes. His legs felt wobbly as he stood up from the bench he just sat down on. Trench coat walked to Dean and they met in the middle. A smile was forming on his face and Dean couldn’t help but return it.

“I just have to take you to Serendipity 3. It is the best restaurant in the whole city!” the stranger exclaimed excitedly. 

Even though Dean has lived in New York for a year, he’s never been to Serendipity 3. He’s heard Lisa mention it before, but he’s never forced himself to try it. But in this case, he couldn’t be happier to try a new place. 

“Please lead me there. I’ve never been there,” Dean claimed as he gazed into the blue eyes again. 

The angel gasped dramatically. Dean produced a chuckle. The blue-eyed man smirked and declared, “Then I shall make this the best first experience. You will love this place.” He made Dean’s insides turn to jell-o when he took a hold of his hand. “It’s a very short walk.”

Dean could only move because the man was leading him. He wanted to hold onto the man’s hand forever. Their hands fit perfectly together; he didn’t even notice that their fingers were intertwined with each other’s, but it felt completely and utterly right.

Within five minutes, they had reached the romantic looking restaurant. Dean wondered if there was another reason why he was brought here. The tiny restaurant was lit with lights and small Christmas trees on the outside. By the time they were inside, it was like a winter wonderland. Christmas decorations were everywhere! 

“Well, I guess I’ll take you out for dessert rather than dinner,” blue eyes nervously laughed. 

Dean’s green eyes landed on the beautiful male face. “Works for me. This is a very cute place.”

In seconds, they were already sitting down in a booth. They had caught the eyes of other customers who couldn’t help but think that they were married. It was all because of the way they were simply looking at each other. When they had sat down, the angel reluctantly released Dean’s hand. 

“How long have you been a New Yorker?” the stranger asked Dean, assuming that he did live in New York.

“I got a job at the New York Hospital a year ago and I’ve lived here ever since. I grew up in Lawrence, Kansas. Have you ever heard of it?”

The stranger rested his interlaced hands on the table and shook his head gently. “I have not. I live in Boston, but I came here to visit my friend who is moving to France in a few days. I knew about this place because I came here when I visited last year with my fiance.”

Of course he would have a fiance. He’s literally fucking hot. What woman wouldn’t want him? Dean wondered with raging jealousy.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” the stranger asked. What Dean didn’t know is that he was also hoping that he wasn’t taken. 

The answer Dean gave him upset him, but his tone seemed to express the opposite of what he was feeling. “I do have a girlfriend.” He said it in a disappointed tone that made the stranger’s heart excited. “We’re not engaged like you and your girl are.”

A waiter brought both of them matching strawberry milkshakes and Dean didn’t want anything more than to gulp it down. He was feeling a way he shouldn’t be and it was driving him crazy. 

“I just proposed to her about two months ago. I was kind of forced into it, but I have had thoughts about marrying her, so it doesn’t really bother me.”

Dean’s face formed a confused frown as he sucked his milkshake through the skinny straw. “What do you mean you were forced into it?”

Blue eyes quickly sipped out of his straw and replied, “My parents have been setting up Meg and I for years and they were ecstatic when I told them that I asked her out. I’ve only been dating her for two years and they knew that I was not ready to get married. I wanted to keep seeing if she really was the girl for me. But, over and over, throughout our relationship, they kept giving me money to go out and buy a ring for her and propose. I declined and declined, but after two years of begging, I finally gave in and proposed to her when I took her out to dinner one time. It was a simple proposal, but she was excited.”

Dean listened intently, but also with the same jealousy as before. “Were you excited?” 

His question threw the stranger in for a loop. His lack of immediate response signaled that he had to think about how he truly felt about being engaged. “I guess I was. I… honestly don’t know how I feel about it or felt about it.”

“Yeah, I understand. I’ve been asked when I’m going to propose to my girlfriend, but I am definitely wanting to get married now. We’ve been together for a year and they’re asking me questions about marriage. It bothers me so much. I’m going to propose when I’m ready, but if I’m being honest, I haven’t thought about my girlfriend at all in the past fifteen minutes.”

Dean knew it was rude of him to say that, but he noticed the immediate red popping up in the stranger’s cheeks. It was amazing how he knew that Dean was talking about him. 

Then they were back to drowning in each other’s eyes. Dean thought he saw what was going through the handsome stranger’s mind because he was looking so deep into his eyes. He could do this forever. 

“Your eyes are so blue,” Dean complimented. He had to get it out; there’s no way he could keep it inside anymore. “They’re so beautiful. The most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

A shaky smile formed on the angel’s face. He’s never been so honored to be complimented by a man like Dean. He didn’t know why he was slowly crushing on him despite the fact that he just mentioned his engagement to Meg. Hell, he didn’t even know Dean’s name.

“Why were you getting the gloves?” the angel asked.

“I was getting them for my girlfriend. Her name is Lisa by the way,” Dean replied softly, slightly hurt that he wasn’t given a compliment in return.

The stranger’s fingers ran though his perfect hair in frustration. “Damn it, I just took away your girlfriend’s present. I can’t accept them now.”

Dean’s eyes widened carefully and he rested his hand on the stranger’s hands when they returned to the top of the table. “Hey, hey. Don’t worry about it. I can always find her another pair. It’s not a big deal.” 

They both looked down at their touching hands. It was sin for them to enjoy this. Dean wanted to tease the stranger a little bit. He swirled his tongue around the helpless straw. He slowly sucked through it. He could hear the shuddering breaths of the blue-eyed man. By the way he was staring at him, Dean knew that he was bothering him. He bit on the straw and surprised himself and the stranger when he winked. The man gasped lightly and heard his heart pounding in his ears.

Dean didn’t care if his milkshake was empty; he continued to drink from the straw, even though he was practically drinking air. The stranger’s was still about half full. But he looked like he was done with it.

“What do you say we take a walk or something? I want to spend more time with you,” Dean requested.

“Why? I’m really not that fun to be around,” the angel stated sadly, yet truthfully. 

Dean saw right through his insecurity. He didn’t agree with what he had just claimed. “I don’t believe one bit of that. I want to get to know you. I just simply want to be with you. Is this too much to ask?”

The stranger wanted to jump on him and kiss him in front of everyone. He was starting to fall for this puzzling green-eyed man and he hadn’t even known him for an hour. He felt like he was in Romeo & Juliet . He doesn’t even feel this way around Meg. It was a strange feeling that he had never felt before. But he sure as hell wanted to explore it.

“I would love to do something with you. I want to… be with you, too.” Dean’s heart skipped multiple beats and a pearly white smile flashed on his face. 

Wow, his teeth are absolutely stunning .

“A walk around Central Park sound nice to you?” Dean asked as he removed himself from the small booth. He was thankful that the booth was small because that meant he was closer to his so-called ‘lover’. He reached his hand out, hoping the stranger would take it.

Which he did and Dean helped him stand up from the table. “Sounds more than nice,” he said with his blue eyes staring into Dean’s soul. He was searching for Dean’s purpose of wanting to walk with him even though they both were taken. At the moment, Meg was erased from his mind. 

Neither one of them cared how cold it was. They didn’t even notice that it was snowing or freezing outside. All they focused on was each other. Nothing else. No girlfriends, family, jobs, nothing else. Their minds were filled with each other. 

By the time they had gotten to Central Park, many people were vacating away to their homes to shelter themselves away from the terrible weather. It left more alone time for the two men who were still unaware of each other’s names. 

They did their best to avoid small talk and have a real conversation. 

“What is your favorite thing to do in New York?” the blue-eyed man asked as they mosied on the sidewalk. 

Dean looked up slightly as he thought. What did he really enjoy to do? “Hmm… I guess I like to jog around the city. It’s nice to see people up and around early in the morning and the city is just so pretty to not jog around. Definitely something I look forward to every day.”

“I can tell you workout. You are in great shape,” blue eyes complimented. He scanned his body with his eyes slowly. He admired every curve, especially the one obtained by Dean’s ass.

Dean chuckled lightly as he caught him staring at his backside. His chuckle made the man glance up back into his eyes. “What do you miss about New York the most whenever you leave?”

“The restaurants, of course. I love to cook at home and I love trying new foods here. The food around here is so much better than in Boston.”

“I wish I had a passion for cooking. I’m so lazy,” Dean huffed a laugh. “I’m always caught having my girlfriend making something or getting myself something on my way home from work.”

“What do you do?” Neither one of them noticed that their hands were slowly but naturally moving towards each other.

“I’m a surgeon. Something I’ve wanted to do my whole life. My brother became a lawyer and he wanted me to become one, too, but that was never interesting to me.”

The angel smiled as he admired Dean’s independence. “I love that you don’t let other people choose your life for you. I wish I did that.”

Dean glanced into the blue eyes again. “Well… I kind of grew up as a bad child. But by the time I hit high school, my grades skyrocketed and I joined a shit ton of clubs. I became involved in so many things and I was in the top five of my class.”

“Wow! That’s impressive,” trench coat said. “You’re like me when it comes to academics. I was valedictorian.”

“Damn, I was not that,” Dean laughed. He was talking to a literal genius and he couldn’t tell if he felt intimidated. 

The stranger laughed with him. “I was basically trained to be at the top of my class. All day study sessions during the week and weekends. When I was finally done with school and able to move out, I couldn’t be happier. No more parents telling me to do homework or watch chemistry videos. Ugh, I hated chemistry so much.”

“Me too. I don’t give a shit about any of that crap,” Dean said in agreement. Suddenly, he grasped the stranger’s hand naturally. He didn’t care if Lisa was somehow around watching him. He felt proud to hold the angel’s hand in public.

“I just have to ask, but what is your favorite movie?” Dean asked with all hope that he said something that he liked to watch and not some shitty rom-com.

The stranger laughed with embarrassment. “You’re not gonna like what I’m about to say.”

“How are we sure of that?” Dean almost whispered sensually. God he wanted to take him to the nearest hotel and fuck him mercilessly. The stranger almost moaned just simply hearing Dean talk like that.

“My favorite movie is The Notebook .”

Dean’s eyes widened and immediately said, “Uh, yeah you were right about me not liking your answer.”

The stranger wasn’t offended at all. He was used to people judging his favorite movie. “What? It’s a great movie. My parents showed me it when I was in high school.”

“Why? It’s literally so terrible! I can’t with Ryan and Rachel.” Hearing Dean complain about a rom-com made the stranger bark with laughter. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s laughed this hard.

“Well, hot shot, what’s your favorite movie?” 

“Oh, definitely either Hatchetman or Tombstone . Please tell me you’ve seen those.”

The blue-eyed man scoffed gently. “I’ve seen Hatchetman , but definitely not Tombstone .”

“What?! Never?!” Dean exclaimed as he stopped moving in shock. 

The stranger looked back at him and reached his hand out to him. “Nope. Never heard of it. Come on.”

“Kurt Russell? Val Kilmer? Ring a bell at all in your uncultured mind?”

The stranger slowly walked towards the baffled man. “Nope. Sorry.” He was centimeters away from Dean and neither one of them could take it.

“You uncultured bastard,” Dean mumbled with a smirk. They had walked for maybe half a mile of Central Park, but then drifted back to the streets. It was this moment that they now realized that. There was a dramatic difference in the crowd size, which was nice.

Their faces leaned in together. Dean could feel the stranger’s breath hit his face softly. God he smelled so sweet. Like honey. He liked that he was slightly taller than the stranger. 

As their mouths ghosted against each other, not quite a kiss but a simple brush, a question came from the angel. “What is your name?”

Dean growled. He didn’t have time for any questions. He needed this man to be on him right now. He looked up and saw that they were in front of the 6 Columbus hotel. Thank God!

He took a hold of the angel’s hand and drew him into the hotel. When they reached the front desk, Dean demanded, “Just give me any hotel key. We’re not staying the night, but I will pay whatever I need to to get a room for a few hours.”

The front desk lady almost seemed terrified by the hunger in Dean’s eyes. He was like a tiger. He refused to let go of the stranger’s hand. Like his new lover, he was dying to know his name, but he couldn’t wait to get to a room.

The lady gave him a room key. “I’ll let you pass for tonight. But if you do stay and I see you in the morning you’re paying. Understand?” Wow, this lady is a straight up badass .

“Yes of course,” Dean said as he snatched the key and practically sprinted to the room. He didn’t have time to take the elevator. He made the stranger keep up with him, which was making both of their anxieties reach the highest level.

He made it to their room and he fumbled with the key. His hands were shaking with excitement and the trench coat man’s eyes watched him with hunger. He couldn’t wait to get his hands all over Dean. His breath kept hitting Dean’s neck, making the struggling man shiver. After a few seconds of struggling to cooperate with the simple door, Dean finally got it to unlock.

He tugged the arm of his lover hard into the room and slammed the door, making the walls shake. Neither one of them cared about how nice the room was. They didn’t even bother with the lights. Once they heard the door slam, their mouths crashed together.

Dean’s hands found the stranger’s jaw and cupped it while the blue-eyed man trailed his hands down to Dean’s ass. He squeezed his cheeks as hard as he could. Their kiss was filled with teeth and tongue. 

The stranger pulled Dean by his waist and drew him in closer. There had to be no room in between them. They panted in between kisses as they fought with oxygen. Their mouths met with more savagery than the one before. Dean slid his hand down to the front of the stranger’s pants and felt a hard bulge. He practically gripped the area. 

The blue-eyed man started the process of removing his clothing as well as Dean, but they refused to release each other. Their kisses became sloppier and yet more passionate. When Dean slightly separated from the angel, he shoved him back on the large bed. It was freshly made as if the maids knew they were coming.

Dean plastered his body over the smaller man’s and their lips were immediately back together. Their dicks rubbed against each other and the stranger moaned in Dean’s mouth. Neither one of them had been with a man before, but damn was this exhilarating!

The angel’s hand slid up and down Dean’s back while the other one reached in between them and grasped both of their dicks. He could feel the pre-cum from Dean’s cock slowly spilling out. He needed Dean to be inside of him this instant.

Every move they made produced a creak from the bed. Dean’s mouth trailed down the stranger’s body, leaving not one inch of skin touched by his lips. As a matter of fact, Dean made sure to trace each curve of the stranger with his tongue and teeth. He couldn’t get enough of the moans from the other man.

By the time Dean had reached his hard cock, he slipped his mouth over the head. He swirled and swirled his tongue around the head and forced almost the whole genital into his mouth. The stranger held back sobs and whimpers as he dug his fingers into Dean’s hair. Dean continued to taste the pre-cum being produced from the opposing cock. He continued to suck and swirl until he had the stranger coming in his mouth. It didn’t take much for him to come apparently, but Dean loved every fiber he got. He swallowed all of it.

He even made the stranger scream. “Fuck!” He almost sobbed as Dean’s teeth scraped along the back of his dick. “Please… d-don’t stop!”

Dean made a choked noise in the back of his throat as he continued to shove the blue-eyed man’s cock down his throat. He couldn’t get enough of this!

“Mother of… God!” the receiver shrieked.

He gave the man’s dick one last swirl with his tongue. “Dean.”

“What?” the other man panted. 

Dean spit in his hands and rubbed them together quickly before slicking up his own dick. He rapidly spreaded the stranger’s legs. He didn’t even care about having sex with Lisa at this point. He never realized that he had wanted this his entire life.

“My name is Dean.” That’s all the stranger got before Dean slid his way into him. 

“Oh… God,” the angel groaned as a burning feeling shot through his body. 

Dean looked down at where his flesh met with the stranger’s and he smirked evilly. When he glanced up at his prey, he took notice of the sweat on his forehead. He bent over and licked it off. “Dean… get all the way in me. I need you in me!” God, it felt good to finally know his name.

Dean chuckled deeply and gave the other man a long, heated kiss. As he kissed him, he was slowly thrusting in and out of the man. He had his entire dick inside of him. By the time he released the other man, he put his arms over the man under him and thrusted quicker.

His thrust became more violent and painful each time and produced a whimper out of the stranger. Dean was in Heaven. He didn’t think being a top would be this awesome. He could feel himself reaching his climax. He didn’t care if he was going to come inside of this random person that he fell in love with in an hour.

“Dean, please keep going! Harder! H-Harder please!”

Dean was panting as he continued to thrust quicker… and quicker… and quicker. His moans were long, loud, and low. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard them. He wanted them to hear them.

Dean was close to coming. There was no way he could hold it in anymore. He was dying to come inside the nameless man. “Oh… Christ . You’re so tight. I-I can’t… I can’t hold it in,” he moaned as he continuously drove into the stranger. He could tell when he hit his prostate based on the louder groans and whimpers and begs. 

He finally came inside of the helpless man. He screamed with his release and the shorter man chuckled blissfully. Dean saw black for a few seconds and then saw the other man panting in front of him. It felt amazing to fill up the other man. He never knew that he needed this.

He gave the stranger one last pound to his prostate, making the other man’s dick jerk up. He finally slid out of the man and collapsed to the other side. Dean threw the large blanket over them, ignoring the small traces of come over the sheets and their sweat-covered bodies.

The other man’s hand found Dean’s face and pulled him in for another chaste kiss. Dean’s lips were perfect. Softly perfect. Both of them were wishing that they could be like this forever.

Their foreheads collided gently. “That was…” Dean started to say.

“Amazing,” the stranger finished for him. 

Dean couldn’t resist this man. He pressed his mouth to the other man’s more harshly than the one not even a minute ago. His tongue was allowed entrance and he licked the roof of the angel’s mouth. The other man continued to bite down on his lower lip.

“Please tell me your name,” Dean requested as he started to plant kisses all over the man’s sweaty face.

“Castiel.”

Dean chuckled hoarsely. He felt Castiel’s hand slipping down to grasp his dick. His thumb gave one swipe across the head and he gave a silent sob.

“Can I call you Cas?”

“Call me whatever you’d like… Dean.”

Another moment of passionate kisses came. Neither one of them could relate this affair to ones they’ve had with their girlfriends. They knew this feeling was different. Different than they’ve ever felt before. The two of them never even considered the thought of romance with the same gender. It was an illuminating experience that they wish they could continue.

Castiel rolled over on his other side, starting to feel tears of guilt fall down his eyes. At this second, he couldn’t bear to face Dean. His desire for him grew and grew ever since he laid eyes on him an hour ago. There was no denying that he was falling for Dean. Falling hard .

As Castiel tried to move away from Dean, the green-eyed man’s hand remained on the smooth skin of the angel’s bicep. He held his arm carefully and his eyes symbolized worry. He knew what they’re doing was wrong, but it felt so right. He knew that Castiel believed it was right.

“Cas… baby, what is it?” His chin covered in soft stubble stood on Castiel’s bicep. His hand reached down to his waist, trying to draw the sobbing man closer.

Castiel tried to wipe his tears, but his guilt demanded him to let them trail down his cheeks. “Meg… What have I done to her? Why did I do this, Dean? Even though I wasn’t ready to marry her, I am still with her. I… cheated on her.”

All Dean could do was sigh. He was in the exact same position. He cheated on Lisa. However, he didn’t feel the same as Castiel. 

Dean gently turned him over on his back, but Castiel’s eyes were still glued to the blank wall. His eyes were asking the wall for solutions to his newfound problem. “Cas… please look at me. Let me see your beautiful blue eyes.”

Castiel’s eyes slammed shut. His mind was running back and forth between right and wrong. But when he opened his eyes, he was staring into the precious green eyes of Dean. Tears still flooded his eyes.

Dean’s gorgeous face formed a smile that included his bright white teeth. Castiel wanted to smile back.

And so he did.

“Look, I know what we did was wrong, especially when it came to timing. If we had done this whenever we weren’t devoted to other women, this wouldn’t have been an issue. There’s something between us and we both know it. Something more than friendship. Something more than what we have right now with our girls. I’m confident that you know this and want this as much as I do.”

Castiel sat himself up and laid his back on the headboard of the bed. Dean followed his actions and rested his head on the angel’s chest.

“You sound like you’re giving up on her, Dean.”

Dean wrapped a reassuring arm around Castiel’s stomach. He sighed once again. “I’m not giving up on her. I’m doing what I feel is right. Being with you feels right. I know it does. The way I am with you for an hour does not come close to how I’ve felt with Lisa for almost a year.”

The side of Castiel’s head fell softly on the top of Dean’s hair. He gave the top of his head a kiss. “What are we doing here, Dean?”

“Following destiny,” Dean responded with all the confidence in him. He believed that this was fate telling them that they weren’t meant to be. Why else would they have met by simply trying to buy a pair of gloves for their girlfriends and become immediately smitten with each other? 

“Destiny?”

“Yes, Cas. Tonight was fate telling us that we belong together. You can’t tell me that we aren’t supposed to be together.”

Castiel faced the ceiling in defeat. He knew Dean was right. He wanted and needed Dean to be right about this. It was too late to pretend that he was in love with him. But how would he bring this to Meg? His parents? He’s already made up his life. He can’t just give up on it now.

“Dean…” He didn’t know how to start this.

“Yes, my love?” Dean’s eyes were blissfully shut and he was rubbing his hand like a feather up and down Castiel’s stomach. He was completely in love with the man. His smile widened.

“I’m sorry. I’ve already chosen my life for myself. I can’t do that to Meg.”

Dean’s turn to cry suddenly came like a tsunami. His eyes shot open and the tears came immediately. He wished for the opposite, but he couldn’t argue with Castiel. He was a good man for not leaving Meg because of a ‘one-night stand’.

“I love you, Castiel.” That was the only thing Dean could manage to say through his tears. He needed to say that if this were going to be the last time he’ll see Castiel. “I love you so much.” And he wasn’t being dramatic. He fell in love with Castiel. He had sex with Castiel. 

“I love you, too. Never forget that. Never forget me, Dean.” 

Dean lifted his head and his mouth found Castiel’s in the dark. Their lips came together naturally. Castiel’s tears came down again. Not of guilt this time, but of utter sadness that this was his goodbye to Dean. They knew that they couldn’t see each other anymore. Seeing each other would only make it worse than they’ve already made it.

As Dean sobbed, Castiel peppered his face with tender kisses. “I will never forget you.”

And that’s all he said before they fell asleep, knowing that this was their parting. The love they shared for each other would remain in their hearts throughout their relationships. There was no denying that anyone could replace them. 

Dean and Castiel accidentally fell in love.

But what did destiny have in mind for them?Something different than this?