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Okay so this one threw me because I’ve never written cheerleader!cas but I fucking love established relationship fics and I got to thinking about the cheerleaders at my university and how hard it must be for two student athletes to date… and this is what I came up with so I hope you like it and thank you so much for being patient with me!!!

They had a strict no-sex rule before games. 

Neither could afford to waste the energy, plus it affected their athleticism a little too obviously. People notice when one of the the university’s top wide receivers is walking funny — especially when his boyfriend is practically limping and almost kicks a sophomore on his squad in the face for trying to lift him.

So good luck sex was taken off the table. 

But celebratory sex… now that had opened a world of possibilities. 

Dean had always thought they’d be too tired or too sore to go a round or two after — and sometimes they are. 

But on nights where the scores are too close until a single play in the last two minutes changes everything and the crowd is on their feet and the adrenaline is practically tangible and they’re all riding the high of victory— on those nights, they can fight through any strained muscle or bruised body part. 

Tonight’s victory has Cas in tears. He’s sprawled out on Dean’s bed on his stomach, hands tied to the bed posts and he can’t move and it’s so frustrating but also so fucking delicious. 

“Dean,” he whines into the pillow, trying to look over his shoulder.

Dean is straddling his legs, holding him down as he palms at Cas’s ass. “Easy, sweetheart,” he drawls and spreads Cas’s firm cheeks apart. 

Cas can feel cool air on his hole and he wants to scream. “What are you doing?” he growls.

“Looking at my reward,” Dean says simply. 

Cas drops his head and moans. He can’t be mad at Dean when he says shit like that. But his body feels like it’s burning with anticipation. He’s missed Dean the last four days and every fiber of his being longs to have him, to feel his broad hands run along his bare skin and to open up and take Dean inside.

In the off season, it’s not like this. When football ends so does Cas’s cheering, and they’re all over each other whenever they want. There’s no more conditioning, no early morning or late night practices. No weekends on the road traveling across the country for games. No day-long press conferences or media days. It’s just classes they have to work around. 

Cas loves the off season because it means Dean is his. Only his. He doesn’t have to share him with another soul and Dean doesn’t have to share Cas either. They can be greedy and obsessive — and they are, obnoxiously so. It’s almost gross how clingy they become. 

But it’s because they know that in a few short months, they’ll be back to this, to all these time constraints and physical limitations. To post-game sex being just about the only physical connection they’ll have till the next week. 

So yeah, Cas gets a little desperate. And he doesn’t care one bit. 

“Dean,” he pleads, softening his voice to that tone he knows Dean can’t resist. “Please, baby. Need you.”

Dean moans behind him and Cas feels his moving, shivers as a hand runs down his spine until Dean is suddenly right by his ear, pampering him with sweet kisses. “Tell me what you need, Cas,” he whispers between kisses. “I’ll give you anything. Anything for you.”

Cas mewls and tilts his head so he can feel Dean’s lips worship down his neck. “Want your tongue,” he breathes. “Want to feel it inside me.”

A desperate growl shakes through Dean’s body and right into Cas. He shimmies back down Cas’s body, settles between his long legs. 

“Miss you so much, sweetheart,” Dean says as he pulls Cas’s cheeks apart again and runs a finger around his rim. “Miss your pretty hole and all the sounds you make when I eat you out… like this.”

His hot tongue slips inside without warning and Cas cries out, hips arching back toward Dean for more. 

“Mmm just like that,” Dean moans, leaning back. “Want you to sing for me, Cas. Don’t hold anything back, okay?”

“O-okay,” Cas chokes out. 

Dean eases his tongue back in this time, playing with Cas’s rim before licking inside. Cas whines as he feels Dean’s tongue licking along his walls, like he’s trying to taste every square inch of Cas. 

“Oh god, Dean, Dean, yes,” Cas whimpers, yanking on his restraints. “Deeper, baby, please. God I missed this. So good, you eat me so good. Oh, oh, yes!”

Dean’s strokes speed up as Cas rambles, his fingers digging into Cas’s hips. Cas can feel him moaning as he licks into him, can hear the sloppy wet sounds of Dean’s tongue working inside his hole and it nearly drives him insane. He starts to gather his legs under him.

Dean’s grip tightens like he wants to stop Cas, but ten years of cheerleading and gymnastics have trimmed Cas’s body to pure muscle and he pushes himself to his knees, gaining the leverage he needs to roll his hips back on Dean’s face. 

“Fuck yes,” he hisses as Dean’s tongue slips deeper. “Just like that, baby. Oh, Dean, fuck. Love your tongue. Love it so much. Make me feel so good. Gonna come on your tongue, baby.”

Another growl rumbles through his body as Dean’s arms circle his thighs and lift. Cas yelps as his legs leave the bed and his restraints tug on the bedposts again. Suspended in the air, all Cas can do is cry and moan and Dean ravishes his hole, feeding the fire in the pit of his stomach until Cas feels the inevitable implosion. 

“Dean!” he shrieks as the coil starts to loosen. “Gonna come, I’m gonna come, please, oh please, baby, right there, yes, please — oh!”

Cas pulls on the restraint as his body jerks and he feels white fire devour him whole.

He’s not sure if the orgasm blacked him out for a second or what but when Cas blinked and opened his eyes he was lying on the bed again, come cooling beneath his stomach. Dean nibbles at his rim one last time before sitting up and sliding over Cas, his warm chest pressing into Cas’s back.

“You came untouched,” he whispers and kisses Cas’s shoulder. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Cas smiles a little dopey. “I aim to please.”

Dean laughs and then reaches up to untie Cas’s wrists. Once they’re free, Cas moves his wrists and brings him arms close, lying his head on them. Dean’s cheek rests on his shoulder blade and they just take a few minutes to breathe.

“I miss you,” Dean says. 

“I miss you too,” Cas replies with a sad smile. 

“Can’t wait till the spring,” Dean sighs and nuzzles into Cas. “We aren’t leaving this room for a whole week. Want you all to myself.”

“We still have to go to class, you doofus,” Cas reminds him. 

“Meh. It’s our senior year, Cas. We’re allowed to blow a few classes off. It’s not like we have to maintain grades for scholarships anymore.”

“Dean,” Cas groans, laughing despite himself.

“What? It’s true.”

Cas pushes up suddenly and Dean rolls off him with a yelp. Before he can protest, Cas is swinging over him, straddling Dean’s abdomen with a satisfied smirk. 

“We are not skipping a week’s worth of classes,” he tells Dean and his boyfriend pouts, looking ready to argue and Cas holds up a finger. “However, after our classes for the day finish and we complete our homework… we can hole up in here every night and do whatever we want. Just us.”

Dean’s pout curves into a bright smile. “I think I can work with that.”

Cas bends to peck Dean on the lips. “Deal.” He sits back up and wriggles down over Dean’s hips, drawing a gasp from his boyfriend as he takes Dean’s cock in hand and brings the tip to his sensitive hole. “Now,” he says a little breathy, eyes staring into Dean’s, “it’s time for part two of your reward.”