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You were a little upset with the way things were going. Sneaking into the bathroom had become a small daily routine during classes. Before you even crossed the threshold, you could already hear hurried footsteps and sighs coming from there.

The scene was crystal clear. You could clearly see half of Castiel's ass from behind, with Alexy's legs wrapped around his waist. Although nothing seemed to make sense, you didn't expect to see students having sex during school hours.

There was no such thing at your old school.

Castiel was standing and had Alexy on his lap, pressing him against the wall. Alexy was holding onto the redhead's neck and shoulder to keep from falling and his hidden face seemed to be begging for more thrusts.

You just frowned and, thinking about helping or whatever you thought, you made sure to slam the door a little firmly. Just imagine if someone with bad intentions came in here instead of you? (although the whole situation wasn't certain).

The couple was startled almost instantly, they separated and turned to you: a perfect statue with the face of a lost soul. Castiel's penis swung like a spring before he hid it under the fabric of his pants.

"Shit," the redhead cursed.

"Please, don't tell anyone!" Alexy suggested, pulling up his pants quickly (although you couldn't see his penis due to his loose shirt).

"I'm not going..." you said, still a little static "I'm sorry for interrupting. I just thought it might look bad if someone else caught them; there are a lot of people in the hallway!"

"You did the right thing," Alexy invited ally, although his face was red from the interruption.

"If you want to continue, I can stand guard."

"What the hell?" Castiel exclaimed, making a face like he didn't like it.

"Don't complain, he's trying to help."

"I really don't care," you shook your hands, smiling embarrassedly, "it's just... I'm sorry, it was stupid of me."

Alexy and Castiel looked at each other. It was very instantaneous the way they both looked at their own erections. It was actually sad not to finish what you started. Castiel, like a perfect proud asshole, took a long step towards you, with his index finger pointed.

“If you dare open your fucking mouth to anyone, I swear I’ll beat you up!”

“Cas!” Alexy complained.

“"My lips are sealed."

You turn around and open the door to increase the movement outside. There was no one. It just didn’t take long for you to hear a little improvement inside the bathroom.

You couldn’t see what you were doing, although you were very curious to see. You tried to look out of the corner of your eye and could only see the same scene; you went back to your job, it would be a sentence to want to watch someone fuck and not pay attention when someone arrives. Castiel would really beat you for that.

And you realized it was over (in less than a minute) when you heard a deep groan from Castiel. You felt embarrassed, your cheeks flushed, you couldn’t believe you were being an accomplice. You couldn’t imagine that you, indirectly, were part of that. His moan was like a victory. Alexy's soft, quiet moan accompanied him subtly.

You turned around, they were breathing deeply, their foreheads pressed against each other. You wondered how it all started: if they were secretly dating, if it was a bet or if it was something provoked. So many questions. You didn't even question Castiel's sexuality.

Alexy looked at you. He was always very kind, although he was just as embarrassed. No one there was really close friends, but things happened. Castiel was also embarrassed when he remembered your presence there and how things had unfolded.

They both pulled up their pants, even though it was noticeable that poor Alexy was still stiff.

It seemed that this only benefited Castiel.

"I could give you a hug or a handshake, but it really doesn't feel right," Alexy expressed.

"Indeed," you replied.

Castiel headed to the sink and washed his face. He rested his hands and lowered his head, sighing shortly. He tried to gather the courage to say something. Instead, he just walked towards the door, bumping into your shoulder a little too roughly, in order to leave. He stopped. He looked at you with a slightly threatening look, and pressed his nose against your temple. 

“You understand the situation, don’t you?” Castiel said. “And you understand that I will be very disappointed if you spread anything related to me and Alexy around, right?” 

“Yes, Castiel. I promise to keep quiet.” 

“Stop it.” Alexy sighed heavily. More tired than actually angry.

Castiel looked at Alexy and distanced himself from you. He was about to walk away when Alexy stopped him.

"Cas!", he warned. It was unknown if they had some kind of telepathic ability, but Castiel's eye roll after a few seconds made him believe that Alexy seemed to have some control over him.

"Thanks for the help," Castiel said coldly and left.

You mumbled "you're welcome" and looked at Alexy.

"I'm sorry about all this," Alexy pleaded, seeming to weaken a little more now that Castiel was gone. "We meet sometimes at school, because there aren't many opportunities out there..."

"And he was afraid that I would spread something?", you commented. Since Alexy had a very big mouth to comment on everything. Even on this subject that had nothing to do with you (even though you were curious and thanked him for the information).

Alexy smiled.

"I'm sorry. It's good to finally tell someone." The blue-haired man walked over to wash his hands. "Castiel is more worried about this than I am. But to tell you the truth, if the board finds out we were having sex in the bathroom, we could get expelled, so..." he wiped his face and looked at you. "I'm counting on your description."

"I don't mean to hurt anyone."

"That would be wonderful." Alexy crumpled up the paper and threw it away. He sighed lightly. "Well, you can use the bathroom, feel free... I'm sorry for what you witnessed."

Alexy quickly walked out the door and you were left alone, standing there, trying to absorb everything that had happened.

"It's okay, I guess," you answered to no one.

It was now certain that you wouldn't see Castiel and Alexy again without thinking about how intensely Alexy was being fucked by Castiel. You wouldn't get it out of your head anytime soon.

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You realized early in the morning that he was watching you. Castiel was never the subtle type—not when he wanted to intimidate someone. Ever since that day, you felt the weight of his gaze with every step you took through the halls, as if he was constantly trying to read your mind, to guess if you were going to open your mouth. And when he approached you, with that stern look and an almost too casual way of bumping into you just to remind you of his presence, you could tell it wasn't just anger. There was a strange kind of care there. As if he was desperate to make sure you kept your mouth shut. He didn't even know exactly why he cared so much.

You knew that if you opened your mouth, you would get beaten. At least you thought so. Castiel was scary, and no one came to give you the character sheets of all the students in the school.

Now, there in the classroom, the silence between you was heavy. You felt his gaze again, cutting, as if he wanted to strip you down to your soul and then push you away. Castiel had this thing about being gorgeous in an annoying way—his hair falling carelessly over his eyes, his slouched manner, his mouth always looking ready to taunt. And yet, you wanted to hate him for being an idiot, but it was hard. Especially when he shifted in his seat, looked away, and ran his tongue over his lips. He was handsome, yes. But he was also a complete son of a bitch—and you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away from him or grab him by the collar of his shirt and ask him what, exactly, he thought he was doing with you. Or with Alexy. Oh, you wanted to know the details so badly.

When you got home, you dropped your backpack in the corner of the room as if it weighed more than it actually did — maybe it was the day, maybe it was everything. Your mind was still buzzing with possibilities and conversations that probably didn't even exist. Castiel and Alexy. You didn't even know Castiel liked... guys. Or anyone, for that matter. He always seemed so withdrawn, so bored with everything and everyone, that the idea of ​​seeing him involved with someone was almost surreal. Even more so with Alexy, who was the complete opposite of him. Alexy was the kind of person who made the room lighter just by being there. There was something about him that was pure, kind... You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, but it was good. He didn't seem like the type to get involved with someone so... Castiel. So rough, so difficult. And maybe that bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

You went up to your room with the intention of doing your homework — because, unlike most of the other students at school, who seemed to live in an eternal recess break, you knew you needed to study. Not because you liked it, exactly, but because you had nothing else. Your room was still kind of lifeless, with too many white walls, few pieces of furniture, almost no decorations. When you moved, you only brought the essentials, as if you didn't want to take up too much space anywhere. The wooden chair creaked when you sat down, and the notebook open in front of you was just an excuse to try not to think. But it was impossible, because every time you blinked, there it was again — Castiel and Alexy with their foreheads together.

You remembered the drops running down the sides of their foreheads, the wet sound you heard from the distant thrusts, the sound of the belt swinging, the moans. Fuck. There was no way to avoid it. Your dick was hard. You could hear the sound of the pots and pans in the kitchen, coming from your parents, or whoever was there making dinner.

You thought about going to the bathroom to jerk off in the shower so they wouldn't suspect anything, but you had already done that. All parents and older siblings knew that the shower was a sacred and suspicious place for a teenager.

So you wasted no time, undid the knot of your sweatpants and pulled them down. You wondered, now looking at your own member, if Castiel's dick was big or Alexy's, if they were as dull as yours. You ripped a sheet of paper from your study notebook in front of you, placed it on your leg, with your penis on top, and began.

It was good. It was great until the phone rang.

"Shit," you grumbled.

You had forgotten that you had exchanged numbers with Alexy for school reasons weeks before the incident.

But you were so lost, so close. You looked at the table, the phone vibrating, and you moved a little... the smiling photo of Alexy that was stored in the call. That smile, you imagine. It was a big help, imagine having sex with Alexy too just by looking at that photo of you, with your mouth wide open, your eyebrows raised. You put your hand in front of your glans to hold what was coming out until a little cum escaped like a thin jet onto your palm. You sighed silently, moaned silently, trembled silently.

You immediately dried your hand on the paper and answered the phone.

"H-hi." It came out a little hoarse, a little weak, as if you had been woken up, even though you hadn't even fallen asleep yet.

"Candy? How's it going

?" Alexy's voice came out soft, a little muffled, and you could hear noises in the background — laughter, dishes, conversations. Some family gathering, maybe. Or friends. People. A world that seemed so far away from your silent room.

You felt a strange weight settle in your chest. A little guilt, maybe. A little shame.

"Hello, Alexy. What's up?" You ignored his question, wanting to get straight to the point, to get it over with before anything slipped out of your voice.

"Oh, right... Well. You know, Cas was an idiot all day today. I noticed." — he spoke quickly, as if he wanted to get it all out before he regretted it. "Sorry, I have visitors."

"Oh, it's okay... on both counts, I guess." you answered quietly, almost embarrassed.

Alexy gave a short laugh on the other end, a little nervous.

"Well, sorry to call at this hour. I called to apologize and, well, ask if you're okay. Did Cas do something to you? You know... he can be a jerk sometimes. But hey, he's not the worst person in the world."

You remained silent for a few seconds, staring at the wall of your room as if it would offer you some answer. The words were all jumbled up in your throat — not because there was nothing to say, but because there was too much to say. How were you going to explain to Alexy, or to anyone, that you were kind of stuck in a mess that didn't even make sense? That Castiel made your stomach turn inside out just by looking at you with that arched eyebrow and that cocky manner? That you found him unbearable, arrogant, maybe even dangerous... but at the same time, too handsome for your peace?

And that Alexy... well, Alexy was different. Kind, cheerful, easy to like. You liked being around him because he was easygoing. And when he talked to you — like now — it was as if you really existed, without having to explain yourself. And yes, he was also beautiful. And you fantasized about that too. Because the truth is that you were at the point in your life where even the right wind made you blush. But the difference was this: you were afraid of Castiel. Fear of that look that made you want to hide. Fear of becoming a target. Or maybe you already were. And that made you want to disappear.

"Well, all day he was acting weird. It seemed like at any moment..." you sighed, feeling the tension take over. It wasn’t just the fear of Castiel; it was the weight of the situation. The threat in the bathroom still echoed in your head.
Alexy stayed silent for a moment, and you imagined him pausing, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to find the right words.

"I don’t get much chance to talk to him, you know..." he started. The irony didn’t escape you. He spoke as if he had been trying the whole time to calm Castiel down, trying to get Castiel to talk to you, but in your mind, the time he had for kissing him secretly should’ve been enough to have a conversation, right? "But we could, I don’t know, go out and clear the air about this..." Alexy suggested, and your mind screamed no, that wasn’t possible.

"The three of us? Are you crazy, Alexy?" you almost shouted, the agony taking over you. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You deal with your boyfriend!"

You imagined Alexy laughing, even if it was nervously. The idea of Castiel being his boyfriend seemed absurd—especially since Castiel was a complete idiot. He was nothing like someone who would come out or think about something serious. What the hell was going on?

"Castiel’s just... really confused, scared. Understand, it’s not easy for him... I know you’re a good guy, I think you would understand... I swear, he’s not going to hit you or anything." Alexy’s voice came through softer.

You blinked, trying to process the words. You couldn’t believe any of it. Castiel? Confused? He didn’t seem like the type of person who would be afraid of anything.

"Look, Alexy, I don’t know if it’s a good idea... I just moved to a new place, I don’t want to get into trouble." You said, "Everything is new now, my place, my problems... I don’t want to get involved in this."

"I know, darling..." he said, and that gave you a chill down your spine. The way he called you that, almost like a sweet gesture, made your heart race in a strange way. "What if I just talk to him, and he agrees for us to go to the diner to talk about... this? Would you be okay with that? I just want to help, it’s hard with him acting all paranoid. Even Lysandre’s starting to get suspicious."

You agreed, not really wanting to, more out of a sense of urgency than anything else. Alexy sounded way too excited on the other end, almost like the conversation was on a different level for him. The background noise, you knew it was from a crowded house, made communication a bit confusing, but you could still hear his enthusiasm.

"I promise, you’ll meet Cas after..." Alexy started, but you cut him off before he could continue.

"Alexy, I don’t want to get involved in this. I just... want him to understand that I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m not a threat, and he has to stop scaring me every time we’re in the same room." Your voice came out firmer than you thought it would, but the feeling of dealing with something that wasn’t yours started to bother you again.

Alexy was silent, as if he was thinking about his response. The silence was heavier than any word, and you knew he was trying to find a way to convince you without pushing too hard. When he spoke again, his voice was calmer.

"You’re right, Candy... If that’s how you see it... Well, you’re a good guy. I’ll leave you to it. But, call me if you need me, okay?"

The words sounded a bit awkward, as if he knew there was nothing more to say to convince you. You didn’t respond right away. You stayed there, with the phone still in your hand, feeling that emptiness that comes after a conversation where there’s not much you can do.

"I’ll call..."

A strange conclusion, after all, minutes before you answered the call... well. The conversation ended and you rested your hand with the cell phone on your leg, looked at your dick still resting on the paper next to the cell phone and with Alexy's photo there, "call ended".

Why do things have to be so complicated and so simple at the same time?

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You were on break, sitting in a corner of the school, trying to eat your snack. The noise around you was the typical lunch hour: loud conversations, laughter, the sound of tables being dragged, but you just wanted to finish eating in peace. It had become your routine: eat quickly, stay quiet, try to go unnoticed. That was until Alexy showed up.

He was walking toward you with that big smile and his usual excited demeanor. You rolled your eyes, more out of habit than anger. Alexy could never keep quiet, he always had something to say, some joke, some story.

Before you could react, he was already at your side, throwing his arm over your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. His scent was sweet, something you’d never noticed before, since you’d never been this close. And, for some reason, you regretted it a little. It made you uncomfortable. Your body had that involuntary shiver.

"Hey, Candy, how's it going?" he said, still with his arm around your shoulder, like you were old friends. "I talked to Cas. He agreed."

You looked at him, still trying to process what was happening. You really didn't know how to react to this. Castiel? Agreed? Just like that? So easily?

"Wow, he agreed so easily, huh?" you said sarcastically, trying to mask the discomfort and chew a bit of your snack without looking like you were desperate for the food. But deep down, you were dying to know how this all played out.

Alexy shrugged, as casual as always, but his expression grew a little more serious.

"It wasn’t easy, though. I had to do him a ‘favor’ first for him to agree..." he said, almost trying not to laugh.

You couldn’t help it. The food you were chewing almost slipped out of your mouth, and you spat a little. The idea that Alexy had to do something to get Castiel to be "convenient" enough to agree to a conversation made you feel... weird. Really weird. And so fast, too. The day had barely ended.

"You... what did you do, Alexy?" you asked, unable to hide your discomfort.

Alexy laughed softly, but there was something off in the way he looked at you.

"Don’t worry about that. The important thing is that he’s going to talk, like a good civilized citizen."

Alexy patted your cheek, and you both locked eyes for a moment. It was strange. But strange in a... different way. Your body shivered again. Until a noise interrupted everything.

A stack of stapled papers was thrown onto the table with aggression. You jumped, but not as much as Alexy, who looked at the sound's origin and quickly saw Castiel. He had intentionally thrown the papers onto the table, almost knocking over your water bottle. His face was completely angry. He looked at you for a second, then turned his eyes, even angrier, toward Alexy.

Jealousy? You thought. It would be typical of him. You looked at the papers. There was nothing written on them. Which made you think Castiel had grabbed any random piece of paper to cover up and get close to you both without raising suspicion. By this point, you couldn’t understand how all of this could be so ridiculous. He and Alexy were always kissing, doing God knows what, and no one ever caught them. But to have a simple conversation, they needed all this drama?

Alexy smiled awkwardly and stepped away from you. You swallowed your snack, now much drier than when you started.

"Hello, Castiel," Alexy said, trying to sound relaxed. He was mocking the fact that they were together or whatever. Maybe just trying to greet him with a simple "hello." After all, he always called him "Cas."

"The diner near the shops, 8 p.m.," Castiel said gruffly, with no context. He just gave the info like it was an order, without even looking at you.

"Sure... Any problem, Candy?" Alexy looked at you with that affectionate look, as if there was something more in the conversation. You could feel the heat of your anger rising just from the way Castiel was glaring at you.

"I need to talk to my parents... But... it’s fine," you said, a bit awkwardly, trying not to show just how uncomfortable you were with the whole situation.

"Are they understanding?" Alexy replied in a sweet tone, with a fake interest that you could feel all the way down your spine. His lips were so orange and moisturized, and you couldn’t stop wondering how he could keep up that sweet yet fake façade at the same time.

"Well, I can say I’m going out with some friends... They’ll like knowing I’ve made some," you said, glancing sideways at Castiel, who just rolled his eyes and walked off without saying anything. "Sure, just a little lie to get out of here somehow."

"Ah, don’t lie to him. We’re friends, right?" Alexy came closer, excited. "You’ve seen me almost naked, so..." he whispered jokingly, and you almost couldn’t believe he’d remembered that.

"And it’s because of that we’re in this situation, right?" you sighed a little, irritated but trying to be subtle. You put your snack back into its wrapper and stood up. You weren’t sure why you did that, but somehow Alexy seemed like a perfect friend for anything. You shouldn’t be doing this with him, though. He just wanted to help. But the week with Castiel had been crap. And somehow, you had just combined the useless with the unpleasant in any way possible.

The rest of the day seemed to have been quiet, or at least that’s what you thought. Castiel himself glanced at you from time to time, but the school was large, and you weren't the only ones in it. You didn’t always have to pay attention in class; you just sat there thinking. But the night before, before Alexy called you... how could you? How could you let things take this turn? But after realizing how open Alexy was, so extravagant, there was no other way to think.

Math class started, and you actually liked the subject, but, damn, how could you concentrate? Castiel walked in with that annoying attitude. He sat down abruptly, a bit ahead of you, next to none other than Alexy himself. You got instantly pissed off. All that fuss for something so simple. They communicated in such... a serious way. Castiel whispered at the corner of his mouth, and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was getting to Alexy’s ear. You really wanted to know what they were talking about.

Was it about you? Was it about Alexy getting so close to you in the cafeteria? Or was it something more intimate? The anger built up. Your fingers clenched against the desk. You felt a growing heat in your chest, a mix of frustration and jealousy. You didn’t know what was more unbearable: seeing Castiel so close to Alexy or the fact that you didn’t know what was going on.

Castiel sighed and looked at you. You froze. Instantly, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you realized you were biting your lip, half-heartedly, as you watched him. He snorted and spoke again, but something caught your attention. Alexy subtly stopped him from getting up. Alexy grabbed the hem of Castiel's pants and kept him leaning back in the chair. Everything in you shivered. The gesture was quick, almost as if it were something routine between the two of you. Alexy's touch on Castiel made your entire body tense.

“Here you go, dear.” Alexy turned to hand you the papers. That boy was acting weird—maybe even more than usual. He seemed to be making an absurd effort to talk to you in a sweet way, in that mocking way he knew how to use well. Castiel, next to him, sighed heavily with each sentence that came out of Alexy’s mouth, as if he was holding himself back from freaking out right there. You were even afraid that the redhead would get up and punch you both.

“It’s a shame you can’t do it in three, right, Castiel? Candy is really good at math, he could help us. We’re incompetent.” Alexy was still turned back, resting his chin on the chair with a too-casual pose, while Castiel barely moved.

“I don’t think it’s like a test, it’s just an aptitude test or something. If you want, I can give you the answers.” You answered a little dryly. He never liked cheating or helping others cheat, each with their own school problems... But deep down, he just wanted to relieve some of the tension.

“That would be great.” Alexy shouted excitedly, too loudly. What was his problem? No one seemed to care, after all, they were all immersed in their own conversations — teenagers and their own worlds.

Castiel let out another sigh, lowering his head as if all of this was too exhausting. The teacher gave him a sideways look. “Alexy, please, okay?”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He replied with an unpretentious smile, and soon turned back to you, lower. “You’re so sweet, Candy.”

“Stop it.” Castiel muttered.

“Stop what? Telling the truth?” Alexy replied, rolling his eyes. “He’s just been trying to help since the beginning, and you’ve been an idiot.”

You were surprised. Seeing Alexy talk to Castiel like that gave you goosebumps. Something there bothered you deeply — maybe because you knew you shouldn't get involved, but it was already in too deep.

“I just want you to stop being such a little bitch.” Castiel approached, his head leaning dangerously close to Alexy's. And you froze. Fear? Pity? A bit of both. Calling Alexy that, there, so quietly that almost no one heard... Almost.

Alexy became serious. The smile that was usually plastered on his face disappeared for a moment — almost as if someone had turned off the light inside.

Castiel huffed, irritated, as if this was all everyone's fault but his. He angrily took the paper, got up from the chair and went to sit in another corner of the room, without saying anything else.

You were still staring at Alexy, not knowing what to say or do. He seemed to notice your gaze, turned his face a little towards you, and tried to smile.

“He really likes it when I'm his bitch...” He said quietly, more to himself than to you, but you heard him. And that stuck in your chest like a knot.

You wanted to get up. Go after Castiel. Say something, hit him, maybe. But you just watched as Alexy got up and sat down next to you.

"Good for me, I now have the best duo." Alexy smiled. But it was clear that he wasn't happy with Castiel at all. "Don't worry, we'll solve some things today."

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The night was cold, but not enough to justify the chill you felt on your way to the restaurant. The streets were quieter than usual, only the distant sound of cars passing by and your own sneakers scuffing on the wet ground made it clear that the world was still spinning.

You saw the illuminated facade of the place. Small, with yellowish lights that created a strange feeling of coziness... or trap. And then, through the side window, you saw it.

Castiel.

Sitting alone at a table near the wall. A cigarette between his fingers, his head tilted back a little as if he was waiting for time to pass out of pure boredom. The smoke rose lazily, dancing in the light. He hadn't seen you yet.

Your heart beat faster.

You stopped. Took a deep breath. I thought about going back. Was that really a good idea? Why had you come? It wasn't like you wanted to talk to Castiel — in fact, everything in you said that being alone with him was exactly what you didn't want.

You looked around quickly, trying to find Alexy. Maybe he was inside, maybe he had already arrived before. You looked out the window... nothing. No flash of colored hair, no bright smile. Just half-empty tables and the low noise of a television playing in the background.

Damn.

You ran your hands through your jacket pockets, wondering if you should text him. Wait a little. But it was too late.

Castiel saw you.

His gaze lifted slowly, as if he had known you were there the whole time. His eyes met yours, and you felt your stomach churn. For a moment, you stood there, almost as if your pants had swallowed you up to your ankles.

You couldn't just run away. Not after all the drama. If you left, he would already know you were scared. And that—that—was worse than any conversation.

With slow steps, embarrassed even by the wind touching your face, you walked away from the entrance. Castiel didn't say anything. He just stared at you.

“Good night,” you said, half-swallowed, like someone asking permission to be somewhere they don’t want to be.

Castiel took the cigarette out of his mouth and twitched one corner of his mouth in an almost automatic gesture.

“Good night.” It was curt, but you could see the effort he had put into sounding polite. Saying good night was the least he could do, right?

You didn’t sit down right away. Your hands were in your pockets, your body a little slouched. Castiel had one leg thrown over the chair in front of you, as if he were in the living room and you had arrived unannounced. He followed your gaze to the occupied chair and, without saying anything, lifted his leg off it. He pushed the chair with his foot, with an uncomfortable shuffle, straight toward you.

It wasn’t exactly an invitation. But the message was clear: sit down or do whatever you want, it’s your business. That’s probably what he would say if you opened your mouth.

You sat down. You put one hand between your legs and pressed the other to your mouth. A small gesture, but it was all he had to do to keep from running away. Castiel just watched. He smoked slowly, looking at you as if he was reading you completely. You didn't know if it was anger, boredom or... something else. He settled into his chair, resting his arm on the back and stretching his other leg on the empty chair next to him, completely at ease, the owner of the space.

"Well, I..." you tried to start something, anything that would break the heavy ice that cut through the air, but you didn't have to finish. Thank God.

Alexy appeared like a bolt of lightning, shouting your name with exaggerated excitement:

"Hellooooo!"

His voice shattered the atmosphere like a stone through glass. You even got a little scared. You imagined Castiel rolling his eyes, but he simply didn't seem to care. He was walking fast, smiling too much, almost tripping in his own haste.

Alexy didn't even seem to notice that the air at that table was thicker than Castiel's cigarette smoke.

Alexy went to sit next to Castiel, but saw his leg stretched out on the chair. He made a quick gesture with his hands, as if to say "come on, take it off." Castiel took it off. Without saying anything.

Alexy threw himself into the chair, excited, as always. Poor thing, he lived in a watermelon—sweet, colorful, and full of empty space inside.

"I'm glad you came," he said, looking at you with that wide smile, a big event carefully planned.

"Well, it's funny how people manage to find time to meet outside of school," you replied jokingly.

He looked at you. For a second, he seemed to choke on his own smoke. You shivered. There was something in his gaze that made your blood run cold.

"Oh, honey, I didn't say we couldn't..." Alexy tried to fix the situation, raising his hands and looking between you and Castiel. "But it's not always like that. You know, I work sometimes during the week at my aunt's house. She has a restaurant, so I—"

"No one cares," Castiel snapped, not even looking up.

"Oh, yeah," Alexy backed away. His smile faded a little, but he hid it. He knew how to hide the cracks.

"Well... and how are you guys?" he asked, forcing lightness, looking from one to the other.

"Well, look—" you said, almost running him over. You knew where this was going. He was going to keep stalling, stalling, pretending everything was less serious than it was. And you? You were already here. Every second in Castiel's presence was a reminder of what an idiot he could be. And you, a coward. But at least there was one thing left: his patience was wearing thin. "Can we put our cards on the table?"

Alexy looked at you, a little surprised, but nodded, turning to the side.

"Cas?"

"What's wrong?"

"Well, what's wrong... I'm sorry."

The table was quieter than the street outside. Castiel exhaled slowly, as if that was something to laugh at. But he didn't laugh.

"I don’t have to apologize for anything," Castiel said, face shut tight, voice low like he was spitting each word.

"Of course you do," Alexy shot back instantly, like the line was ready on his tongue. "You spent the whole day intimidating the poor—"

"Who said that?" Castiel squinted at him, brow furrowed.

Alexy sighed. He knew how this would go. Castiel was gonna say it’s just his way, that he didn’t mean it like that, or that people are too sensitive. There was always an excuse.

"Look, Castiel," you started, hands folded in your lap. You avoided looking directly at him—out of anger, shame, or just trying to stay cool, you didn’t even know. "About what happened... I already said it, and I’ll say it again: I’m not telling anyone what I saw. About you two. What do I have to do for you to believe me?"

"Of course you’re not gonna tell. Otherwise—" Castiel began, that threat-just-below-the-surface tone in full effect.

"Yeah, yeah. You’ll break my face. Heard that last time." You cut him off, trying not to laugh. But your voice was sharp with sarcasm.

"Exactly."

"No one's breaking anyone," Alexy warned, folding his arms. "Cas, come on… we’ve all been idiots. Let’s admit it, what we did was reckless. The bathroom? That was risky as hell."

For a second, you saw Castiel’s eyes soften. He looked at Alexy with something close to compassion. A flicker of something real. But it lasted maybe half a breath. Then he seemed to remember you were sitting right there at the table, hearing every word. And the shell snapped back in place, hard.

Silence.

You were tired of this whole thing—sick of the tension, of playing polite—so you tried to break the ice. You smirked a little, and before your brain could stop you, you said:

"Look… if you guys wanna bang somewhere, you can even call me to stand guard. I’ll bring my headphones, swear I won’t see a thing."

You chuckled. Dry. Nervous. Trying to lighten the mood.

But Castiel didn’t laugh. The look he threw you was sharp enough to cut through bone. His jaw clenched. You could see the muscles twitching in his cheek.

"Funny," he said, in a tone that made it very unclear if he was about to ignore you or shove you into the wall.

You stopped laughing. The air got thick.

Alexy glanced between the two of you, visibly uncomfortable but still trying not to let things spiral. "Well… this is going great. Almost feels like a family dinner."

Alexy said the "family" thing, half-laughing to himself, and for a second, you saw it. Castiel lowered his head and, even though he tried to hide it, the corner of his mouth gave way — a discreet smile, of someone who didn't want to admit that he found it funny. You laughed a little too, just in the corner, a little embarrassed. But too quickly, Castiel resumed his pose. He put the cigarette back between his lips and looked away, serious. He always had to act like a tough guy.

You never liked cigarettes, the smell bothered you, made you dizzy. But at that moment, the way the smoke rose, kind of slowly, and the way Castiel lit another cigarette with his steady fingers, made you look too much.

Alexy noticed too. You knew. The silence between you stretched.

You rested your arms on the table, closer, trying to keep your tone light, but with your body leaning enough to make the air... different.

Alexy noticed too. You knew it. The silence between the three of you stretched long and awkward. You cleared your throat, shifted a bit in your seat, then said, almost shyly, “Well... I should get going. See you at school.”

But before you could really stand up, Alexy shot his arm out, nearly knocking over his plastic cup.

“Wait, hey!” he said, way too energetic. “Don’t leave yet! I can buy you something—milkshake? Fries? We could walk to the park, enjoy the night…”

Castiel rolled his eyes, obviously. Alexy ignored him completely.

“I mean, I’ve been meaning to ask... what was your old school like? You kind of showed up out of nowhere and saw all this chaos. Must be weird being on your own.”

You looked between them, scratching your neck. There was a weight on your chest—part pity, part awkward guilt.

“I dunno. I think... maybe you two need some time alone,” you said honestly.

The truth was, what had really shaken you wasn’t this night—it was what you had seen the day before. That moment you walked in on them in the school bathroom. Things you weren’t supposed to see. Alexy pinned to the wall, Castiel pressed against him, hands wandering under his shirt, mouths on skin, breathless and too close. It messed with your head in a way you didn’t expect.

So yeah, maybe they needed space. You were just the outsider here, after all. But Alexy, of course, insisted. “Come on... let’s at least plan something. Tomorrow I’m off work, it’d be fun to hang out.” Castiel, still quiet. Just smoking like none of this involved him.

You nodded. “You’ve got my number,” you said to Alexy.

Didn’t mention Castiel. You weren’t about to ask him for anything. He was still a jerk—hot, irritating, magnetic, but still a jerk.

Alexy smiled, practically glowing. “Cool. Message me, really.”

Then he offered again, “Wanna walk a bit? I could walk you home. Or we could head through the park.”

You agreed. A little company didn’t sound so bad. The three of you walked together for a while. The night was quiet, your steps echoing softly along the pavement. But soon it was clear: Alexy lived in the opposite direction.

He stopped at the corner, pouted, then said, “Well... guess this is my stop.”

Then he turned to Castiel. Who was still smoking.

“See you tomorrow, Cas…”

Castiel didn’t respond. But when Alexy stepped closer, he leaned in.

The kiss was slow, but deep. Long. The kind that made a wet noise, the kind you couldn’t ignore. Alexy’s hand slid up to Castiel’s neck, fingers threading through red hair. Their bodies pressed together, mouth to mouth, like no one else existed.

But what really got to you—what turned your stomach—was that Castiel never closed his eyes.

No. He kept them open.

And fixed on you.

It wasn’t clear what the look meant. It wasn’t tender. But it wasn’t cold either. It felt like a dare, like a burn, like an electric current shot through your spine.

Like he was saying:

Look closely. This isn’t yours.

Or maybe...

It could be.

But the truth was, even he didn’t seem to know.

Chapter Text

Weeks had passed, and you still didn’t know exactly how things were unfolding between you, Alexy, and Castiel. Alexy had become your closest companion—always laughing, always cracking jokes, offering a distraction from the heavier parts of life. He was always there, ready to talk, hang out, even offer to walk you home after school. And somehow, you got used to that.

You knew what was going on between Alexy and Castiel after school. Not like the time you caught them—no, that time was... different. Now, everything seemed more careful, more deliberate. Castiel and Alexy were more cautious, but you could still feel it. Castiel, as always, was an asshole. Sometimes he seemed more open, even a little more civilized, but deep down, he was still that same jerk—stone-faced, barely showing anything beyond his usual sharp-edged indifference.

Even as your relationship with Alexy grew stronger, the tension never let up. Every time you got close to Castiel, there was this electricity. Nobody else could see it, but you felt it. The way he looked at you—like he was waiting for you to push him, to test him—like the whole thing was some fucked-up game.

But what pissed you off the most, deep down, was how much you were attracted to him too. Something inside you wanted to break out, scream, say you couldn’t take that pressure anymore. Castiel was the kind of guy who knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And that was only at night, you would jerk off always thinking about him. A nd damn, Alexy again. You felt even more guilty when Alexy sent you a picture of him and Castiel at the redhead's house. Alexy was smiling as always, and Castiel had that crazy look on his face, wearing lighter and more revealing clothes. And you used that picture for many nights. You fantasized a lot, situations, smells... they drove you crazy. What the hell did they do?

If on one side, Alexy was easy to deal with — affectionate, attentive, sweet, always eager to please — on the other, Castiel stirred something in you in a completely different way. He didn’t have to say much. His gestures, his looks, the way he moved... everything. It was all that fucking sexual tension, that constant wondering how far things could go before it finally exploded. And things got even more confusing because with Castiel, everything felt like a constant provocation. Sometimes he’d talk to you in that rude tone, with that cocky smirk, and you could swear he wanted you to feel uncomfortable — but you couldn’t stop getting off on it.

With Alexy, everything felt simpler. Of course, he was always trying to please you, to make you feel comfortable. And that made you question how far he was willing to go for Castiel’s sake. You didn’t know if he was giving himself to you out of fear, out of loneliness — turning to you after getting fucked by Castiel: while the redhead made him come, you were the one offering something like emotional support.

You came. You came a lot because of them.
But you couldn’t stop questioning the sex part.
You’d seen it — Castiel clearly on top — and it made you wonder if anal was actually that good.
You caught yourself thinking if Alexy had that same privilege...
If Castiel could ever be that vulnerable.

You wanted to ask. God, you wanted to ask.
But you didn’t know how far your friendship with them really went.

(...)

"You can't use all the stones at once, Candy. You need to level them up first, use them in specific situations." Armin was visibly annoyed, watching you impatiently click on every item in the inventory of the game he had just introduced you to.

You kind of understood that type of game, but it was frustrating to have all those glowing stones sitting there uselessly on the screen, looking like they promised something that never came.

"Sorry about this," Alexy murmured, sitting beside you, while Armin snatched the phone from your hands to fix the mess himself.

"It’s fine," you replied quietly, but then raised your voice in a mock-dramatic tone directed at the twin: "I'm not spending real money to buy mana!"

"I know," Armin practically groaned in despair. "But using them all at once is just dumb. Give me five minutes, and I’ll boost your level with the items I showed you earlier."

You raised your hands in defeat, handing the phone over like someone surrendering a burning baby. Armin left the room. You smiled at Alexy. His house had become a comfortable place. A safe space outside of your closed-off room and the constant feeling of isolation.

"I don’t know how you deal with him," Alexy commented, handing you a glass of cold water.

"It doesn’t bother me. I like these kinds of games... Not as obsessed as your brother, with all due respect." You drank the water in one go.

You felt his gaze settle on you. More specifically, on your throat, on the motion of you swallowing.

After a few minutes of silence—so thick it felt too heavy for just an ordinary afternoon—you took a chance: "So... you and Castiel? Still being a jerk?" You set the glass down on the coffee table, trying to sound casual.

"We're fine," Alexy replied. His gaze remained fixed, almost narrowed. The smile on his lips was too faint to be innocent. "He's been asking about you, you know?"

"A-about me?" you stammered, feeling a chill down your spine. "But why?"

"Well, I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, haven’t I? I think he thinks we’re hooking up or something." Alexy shrugged. "Then he pretends he doesn’t care."

"That’s ridiculous," you laughed, uncomfortably.

"Wow," he placed a hand on his chest, theatrically. "You didn’t have to destroy me like that."

"Oh?" you raised your eyebrows. Only then did you realize what you had said. "No, no, that’s not what I meant... It’s just... you get it, right? He’s your boyfriend. I respect you two."

Respect.
The word came out so clean, so pure. Almost comical, considering the nights you lay in bed thinking about them.
But it was true.
You would never do anything to ruin what they had—whatever that was.

"Boyfriend," he almost laughed, half-mocking. "I don’t think he sees me that way."

"Well, you guys are together, do boyfriend things… so what is it then?" you asked, shoving your hands into your pockets, even while sitting—still trying to find some kind of comfort in that conversation.

"He never... said he liked me. Or anything like that."
Alexy was twirling the ends of his hair between his fingers, eyes lost somewhere too far away to reach. "I think I’m just... his little slut."

You grumbled, almost instinctively.

"God, you and that word," you muttered, looking away. "Don’t you think that’s kind of... problematic?"

Alexy kept playing with his hair, head still, but now his gaze slid sideways to you — crooked, knowing, almost smiling. Like he’d already guessed what you were going to say.

"It’s complicated, darling," he said, way too lightly for the weight of the topic. "Thing is… it all started with sex. It wasn’t meant to be serious."

"Right… you guys are weird." You gave a small, awkward smile. "You’re weird."

"Me?" He brought a hand dramatically to his chest again, mock-offended.

"You let that asshole treat you like shit in exchange for..." you hesitated, your voice lowering, gaze shifting away, "...sex."

"Really good sex, actually."

You let out a soft laugh, tired and a little bitter. Alexy seemed so deep in it, like he didn’t even realize how much it was messing with him.
And it was sad — not in a tragic way, but in that too-real kind of way.
This wasn’t love in its truest, fullest form.
It was young people, aching, trying to place their feelings and hormones somewhere they might fit.

But you could see it. Deep down, Alexy still wanted something more from Castiel. A gesture. A word. Some small emotional scrap that proved he wasn’t just a body to be used.

And for a moment, you wanted to get up, leave the house, march over to that redheaded asshole — wherever he lived — and lay it out. Ask him what the fuck he wanted from Alexy.
Tell him that if he was going to fuck someone, he should at least do it with some damn respect.
That he needed to stop being such a prick, and start giving a shit. Be worthy.

And yeah, maybe ask him to quit smoking too.
But that... that was just a bonus.

You stayed silent. You really wanted to ask, emotions and more emotions... but what about the physical side? You really wanted to know, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries there.

“How is it?” you asked, head down, not looking at Alexy.

“What?” Alexy seemed a bit lost.

You didn’t answer, just looked at him, hoping he’d figure it out.

“Sex with Castiel?” He smiled, a smile so bright that it seemed like he had been waiting for this question for some time. You even regretted it a little, but the damage was already done. “Hot.”

You nodded, as if saying “Okay, cool,” but deep down, you thought the answer was a letdown.

“Why do you want the details?” he asked, placing his hand on your shoulder, looking surprisingly excited. Poor Alexy, it seemed like he didn’t have anyone to talk to about these things. You even wondered if Armin knew anything.

“I don’t need the details, I just asked out of curiosity,” you tried to explain, but he looked at you with that “I know, I know” look.

Alexy then glanced at the door, as if making sure his brother wasn’t around. Then, he leaned in, putting his mouth so close to your ear that your eyes automatically rolled. Jesus, this was risky: "At first he is very delicate, kissing every inch of my neck and thrusting in the way I ask."

You swallowed hard. Alexy's warm air on your earlobe made you a little lost. He pulled away a little, but remained very close to your face and neck. Damn, Alexy, what are you missing?

"Do you want more?" he asked softly.

Involuntarily, you nodded lethally.

"It starts off really slow, then it gets firm. He holds my hair tightly like this." Alexy delicately entwines his hand in your hair, and you shiver at every corner as he slowly pulls you closer. "Then his tongue brushes against my throat."

You wanted to curse when you felt the wetness on your earlobe. You pulled away a little startled. Alexy laughed in satisfaction. "Don't do that," you said, even though you wanted him to.

"You're enjoying it, I know," he said simply. And when he slid his tongue even deeper, your eyes closed. "But sometimes he smells like cigarettes. You smell sweet."

Alexy slid his hand over your chest, as if to tickle you. You trembled for a few more seconds, afraid that you would straighten up at any moment.

"No way, Candy. I had to use my dad's credit card. You can thank me later." Armin walked into the room, making you quickly separate. But Armin was always looking at his phone, so there was no way to see anything.

"Okay, at least it wasn't my parents' card." You smiled.

The sound of the game began to echo in the silence until Armin looked at the two of you. "What happened to you two?"

"Nothing," Alexy said, pointing his finger at me. "I was just telling Candy that there are much better games than yours."

"Oh, that's absurd, there's nothing better than Arcade Power," Armin scoffed, handing you the phone again.

"I think Candy will think better of it."