Gym Owner Castiel
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“You’re right. I’m a dick, but I’m not that kind of dick."
Dean's had his eye on the hot, sex-haired owner of Healing Hands Spa & Gym for months now. If sex-hair, stunning blue eyes, and hands that send Dean's thoughts nose-diving for the gutter (Dean's thoughts are considering buying a summer home there at this point) weren't enough, Castiel is also smart, funny, and sassy as hell. Dean's crushing hard, but when Cas catches him sneaking his photo from across the gym and assumes the worst, will he lose any chance with the man before he even gets up the nerve to ask him out?
- Part 1 of Hot Gym Guys
“Never pictured you for a morning person,” Dean calls back to the bedroom.
“Normally I’m not,” says Cas. Dean hears his voice coming closer as he continues, “but you provide unique motivation.”
“Whoever wrote that Folgers jingle obviously never had Dean Winchester in their bed,” he adds from the bathroom doorway.
Dean shoots him a grin and moves to the sink to wash his hands. Glancing up at the mirror, he freezes in shock. Holy fuck! Dean runs a hand along his collarbone. His neck, chest, and stomach are covered in dark, round hickies. Some of them still have Cas’ teeth marks for Christ’s sake!
“Jesus, Cas! I know you ate dinner last night. What the fuck was I? Dessert?”
Cas’ eyes darken in the mirror. “Keep it up and you might be breakfast too.”
A timestamp to my fic, Healing Hands. You don't have to have read that story to enjoy this one, but don't you want to know exactly how Dean got all those hickies?
- Part 2 of Hot Gym Guys