#peep Luna in the back trying to get daddy’s attention too

[howlsmovingwaifu]

#me #hnnnnn #daddy #peep Luna in the back trying to get daddy’s attention too

[thedeanthomas]

Homecoming Out

He’s lying on his couch when he hears it, and Dean hates himself for how quickly he jumps up. He’d recognize that voice anywhere-it was as familiar to him as the ache it now caused in his heart to hear.

Seamus.

Through the peep hole on his door, Dean can see the back of Shay’s head and he watches as he bends over to pick up something on the ground. He hates himself for staring at his ass.

“Yeah I’ve got like two more….”

He’s moving out. Like Dean knew he would. Dean’s frozen against the door, hating himself for every second he spends pressed up against the door, just desperate for a glimpse of his….well, Seamus wasn’t his anything anymore, was he? Still, Dean watches, but soon, Ginny and Luna leave with boxes of their own, coming back right after each other…..sans Shay. Was this a new low? Or had his low not moved? He grabs his phone.

Dean: I know you’re down in the parking lot. Come up. I just wanna

Delete.

Dean: you’re seriously moving back home? Over talking to me?

Delete.

Dean: you could’ve at least said hi, you prick.

Delete.  Frustrated, angry, and honestly disappointed in himself, Dean punches the door, leaving a dent and causing him to yelp. He really needs to stop doing that-he was pretty sure his antics from the past two weeks had at the very least fractured his knuckles. He sighs, and goes back to watching more non consequential television, zoned out until he hears a knock on his door. Dean knows it’s Luna before he even opens his door.

“What’d you want, Lune?”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Well hello to you too.”

Dean sighs.

“Sorry. Hey.”

“Hey. Gin and I are going to get sushi tonight, you wanna come?”

“Be the third wheel on the lesbian tricycle? Nah, I’ll pass.”

Luna rolls her eyes.

“You wish.”

Dean opens his mouth to say something, to tell her he’s not even sure he likes women anymore, but he closes it. He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about the two of them plus him…and he’d at least still had the decency to feel bad about it after. Thinking about it right now excites him, what the hell did that mean? Why did this all have to be so confusing?

“Dean, you alright?”

Luna’s leaning against his doorframe but her expression turns into one of worry as she watches him.

Dean shakes his head.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. Just don’t feel like going out yet. With you two…all in love or whatever. Because of Lav.”

He honestly had not thought of her for days until right then. That seemed so long ago, a lifetime ago, being heartbroken over Lavender. He hadn’t even know what heartbreak could be like until he woke up alone that morning in Greece.

“Oh. Right, yeah. She came by, didn’t she? Cleaned you out.”

Luna looks over his shoulder to see everything stripped and bare-Lav had taken most of the decorations. Dean hadn’t had the energy to care or be upset about it, but in hindsight it was pretty shitty.

“If it’s any consolation, I never liked her, Dean.” Ginny appears with a grin, her hand sliding easily around Luna’s waist as she joins her girlfriend in the doorway.

“You invite him?”

“He said no.”

“He did.” Dean chimes in, deciding to partake in the conversation. “Because he doesn’t feel like it, not because of anything deeper or whatever the fuck it is you two are concocting.”

Ginny laughs. “There’s no cocks, of the con type or any other, in this relationship.”

“Ha.”  Dean rolls his eyes.

“I thought it was funny.”

“It was babe.” Luna presses a kiss on her cheek. “Dean’s just bitter. Don’t take it personally.”

“Are you two done? Can I go back to my peace and quiet?”

“You mean stewing in your own depression?” Ginny looks over his shoulder into the apartment. “Jesus, she took the fucking curtains? What a douche.”

That makes Dean laugh and Ginny seems proud. He’d always liked her, and the way that Luna’s smiling at her-so gone for her-well that makes Dean like her all the more.

“She is a douche. And I’m not going to be sitting here-I have a date tonight.”

It was true. Well, date might be a loose term. Callum, this guy Dean had been talking to for a few days on Grindr, was coming over.  They’d been sexting pretty heavily, and Dean was both excited and terrified-hoping he could live up to it in real life. Luna’s eyebrows disappear into her bangs.

“A date?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Lovegood.”

Ginny leaves after a few more minutes of banter and Luna’s about to too when Dean asks what he’d been avoiding, worried about the direction the queestion would in

“Hows living together going?”

Luna’s smile breaks his heart.

“Amazing. Thanks Sugar Daddy.”

“Do not call me that.”

“Sugar Deanie?”

Dean winces visibly, and Luna pauses, he can feel her watching him.

“Don’t uh-call me that.”

“Because Lav did?”

He knows her well enough to know when she thinks something is total bullshit, and he can hear it in her voice now. Dean keeps his own voice low and steady.

“Yeah.”

“Shay got his stuff today.”

Dean tries not to react, knowing it’s what she wants from him.

“That’s great for him. I’m glad he has the ability to pick things up. I don’t care, Lune.”

She sighs.

“Yes you do.”

“I don’t.”

“Dean look, whatever happened, you were really vulnerable, and your feelings are just-“

“Stop telling me how I feel!”

That surprises both of them. He doesn’t yell, not really, but there’s a force in his voice that he’s never used with her before. Dean knocks his fist softly against the door frame, mad at himself.

“Sorry-“

“No, I’m sorry. You’re right. I need to butt out. I just-I can’t stand the thought of you two not talking anymore. It’s sad.”

Dean pulls her in for a hug so Luna can’t see the sadness on his face.

“It sure fucking is.”

She pulls back and gently touches the sides of his face.

“Well, if your date goes to shit, sushi invitation still stands. And if you need any help with clean up in the morning…it’s been a while since I pretended to be your jilted girlfriend.”

Dean laughs, remembering his old go to escape plan.

“I’ll let you know.”

“Is it…that same girl? The hottie from the bar?”

Who? Oh. Right. Rowan. Luna didn’t know.

“No, just someone from online. I don’t think we’re gonna be each other’s soulmates or anything.”

Luna laughs, heading back across the hall to her place.

“Who knows, though? Stranger things have happened.”

~

Callum: can’t wait to fuck you

It’s this kind of romance that Dean had gotten acquainted with over the past two days. That’s how long it had taken Dean to build up the courage to ask Callum over, and something inside of him, now that he was waiting for his door to open, was regretting this choice. Too late to back out now, and Dean knew it was just nerves. He’d felt like he’d had a giant light up sign that said “GAYGAYGAY” hanging over him when he’d bought condoms and lube at the corner store, before he remembered that those weren’t exclusively gay things. He couldn’t sit still now, waiting and pacing for Callum to show. Dean had added a bio to his grindr after his encounter with Noah, and it had proven to be quite the conversation starter. But now Dean was worried that “If you’re nice enough I’ll let you fuck me-but I don’t want to be your boyfriend” might be getting him into deeper water than he was ready for. If Dean was being honest with himself, he was liking all the extra attention, nearly every person he swiped right on had matched with him, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. If Dean was continuing to be honest with himself, he’d admit that the only reason Callum was on his way was because in the right light, he could be Shay’s twin. Or relative at least. Dean was just so desperate for Shay-any part of him, any imitation- that Daniel’s weirder texts didn’t even matter.

Dean takes a deep breath when he hears a knock at the door and he’s beyond grateful that the girls are out. He won’t have to explain this to them if they don’t see. Callum is just as cute as he is in his picture when Dean opens the door, and there’s something about his smirk that makes butterflies erupt in Dean’s stomach.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Before Dean can get any other words out, Callum is in his space. He grabs the sides of Dean’s face roughly and starts to kiss him. Dean’s thrown off at first, but he quickly catches up, letting out a soft groan as Callum’s hands boldly move down to grab Dean’s ass, using this leverage to pull Dean closer to him. Callum falls onto the nearby couch and pulls Dean down onto his lap, not pausing for air or breaking away at all, biting at Dean’s lips and feeling up his ass with abandon. Dean feels himself grow harder already and Callum must be able to too because he finally pulls away to laugh.

“Jesus, you really are a bottom, huh? So thirsty for it.”

Dean isn’t entirely sure what to say so he just laughs a bit uncomfortably-but it turns into a gasp as Callum bites his neck, sucking a mark there.

“Oh….”

Callum smirks before bringing their lips together again, and his hands move up to hold Dean at his waist, skimming his hands across the bottoms of Dean’s shoulder blades. They keep kissing, and the hands keep moving up until they’re pressing on the tops of Dean’s shoulders. At first, Dean thinks it’s just Callum moving around, but then he presses down on his shoulders more aggressively, as if he’s trying to get Dean onto the floor.

“What are you doing?”

Callum pulls away fully to study Dean, looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

“I want you to suck me off.”

Dean laughs again, though there’s no humor.

“I don’t-I don’t do that.”

Callum scoffs.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…”

Dean really doesn’t like the condescending tone that’s being used.

“Some fuck you are, huh?”

It’s Dean’s turn to scoff.

“You can leave, you know.”

Callum kisses him. It’ too aggressive and wet.

“No, no, come on baby I’m kidding. You’re so fucking sexy. I need to get you to bed.”

I’m not your baby.

It feels rehearsed, almost forced, but Dean gets up and shows Callum the way to the bed. Callum pushes Dean onto the bed backwards and pulls his own shirt off over his head. Dean does the same, undoing his jeans and pushing them off with his briefs. Callum whistles low under his breath looking at Dean naked on the bed below him.

“Fuck, you’re fit huh?”

Dean isn’t sure how to respond and it doesn’t really matter because Callum is naked and on top of him before Dean even really has time to think. This is different, and not entirely in a good way. He’s still turned on, but…well it sounds stupid to say it feels impersonal, given the people Dean’s been seeing naked lately, but that’s the word for it. Dean just feels like a means to an end, he doesn’t feel connected to Callum, or even like there’s anything to this beyond just sex. It’s totally meaningless-that’s what Dean had wanted, right?

“Lube?”

Callum snaps him back to reality.

“Nightstand.”

Callum lubes up his fingers and enters Dean without much fanfare. He moves his fingers too fast-or maybe there isn’t enough lube, either way, Dean has to keep from wincing as Callum stretches him out. He’s quiet for him-gasping only on the few times Callum brushes his prostate.

“Turn over.”

Dean’s more than happy to, not wanting to look at Callum more than he already has to. He was starting to regret this, but he wasn’t going to stop. Just keep it meaningless. Meaningless. It keeps playing on loop over and over again in Dean’s head, even as Callum’s cock enters him. He starts fucking Dean at a pace that’s too fast, but Dean just takes it. It feels different…did he put a condom on? Dean feels panic swoop in him as he’s trying to remember, but he honestly doesn’t know. He tries not to panic as Callum roughly plays with his balls, but his answer comes in a way that Dean hadn’t expected.

Callum pulls out roughly and with a loud grunt, comes all over Dean’s back and ass. Dean feels his cock go limp as Callum falls next to him on the mattress.

“Was it good for you?”

What a loaded fucking question.

“Yeah…”

Callum yawns loudly.

“Good. You might wanna go clean up.”

Dean nods absentmindedly and gets up on auto pilot, feeling horribly gross. He digs his phone out of his jeans on the floor and heads to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He hasn’t used the tub by himself before-the last go at each other he and Lav had had was in that very tub a week before the wedding-but he doesn’t know what else to do. He slides in once the water is high enough.

What did this even mean? He’d hated that. Was he even gay? Was that just bad sex? Was it his fault? It grows dark outside according to the small window in the bathroom, and Dean can hear a faint snoring coming from his bed. He’s not going back in there. No way. The water from the tub slowly drains but Dean doesn’t move. The questions keep playing around and around in his head, second guessing everything he’d thought he’d learned about himself these past few weeks.

God, he missed Seamus.

Hours later, he’s naked in an empty bathtub and he’s lonelier than he ever felt possible. He must have drifted off to sleep, because the next time he glances at his phone, it says it’s just past eight am. Dean can still hear the snoring, and he knows what he has to do. He has to-he can’t keep this to himself anymore. Dean opens his phone to favorites and clicks Luna’s name. He’s surprised when she answers.

“Hey star shine.”

She sounds smug.

“You need a clean up crew?”

Dean nods for a moment before realizing he has to speak.

“Uh-yeah.”

“Dean? What’s wrong?”

He puts his head back on the porcelain of the tub. It’s cold. It feels good.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Okay?” She sounds really worried.

“I um….it’s a guy. That I have over here. I just need you to uh-I’ll tell you when-“

“I’ve got you, okay?”

She has no idea how much hearing that just makes him feel worse.

“Okay.”

It’s only a few minutes later that he hears her key in the front door. She’s really laying it on thick and if Dean were in a better mood, she’d probably be making him laugh.

“Honey? I’m home, my love. I’m so sorry, I just crashed at the office last night. So much work. It’ll come in handy though, with the baby coming and all. Dean?”

“Shit.”

He hears it coming from the bedroom and then the sound of Callum scrambling to find his clothes.

“Dean?”

She’s closer now, and when Luna enters the bedroom, she lets out a blood curling scream that Callum replicates. That does make Dean smile. Luna’s voice carries over the din.

“Another one?! He promised he was done cheating!”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry-“

“Get out- get out!!”

Dean hears the front door slam and then Luna’s voice grows soft.

“Dean? He’s gone.”

She pokes her head into the bathroom and sighs sadly.

“Oh honey.”

Dean just nods.

“Can you get dressed?”

“I uh-“

“Oh, right. Here.”

She rummages around in his dresser before she tosses a sweatshirt from their school and a pair of sweatpants into the bathroom.

“I’ll be on the couch when you need me. Do you want some tea?”

He nods again. It take a long time for him to get out of the tub, and every inch of him feels stiff from the tub and from the rough way Callum had handled him. He pulls on the clothes and when he gets to the living room, and Luna offers him a small smile. Wordlessly, he lays down with his head on her lap and starts to cry. Luna doesn’t say anything, just lightly drags her fingers across the top of his head she can reach. They stay like that for a long time, until Dean’s cried out.

“We fucked.”

Luna’s fingers don’t stop moving on his head.

“I mean I figured.”

“No…”

Dean sighs, taking a beat before he says it.

“Seamus and I. We fucked. That’s why…that’s why everything’s shit now.”

Luna’s fingers stop.

“You and Shay had sex?”

Dean nods.

“Oh. What-I mean, what happened?”

Dean sits up and faces her, Luna takes his hand gently.

“We uh-were at that club in Greece and he was trying to find someone for me to snog-so Lav wouldn’t be the last one. And we couldn’t find anyone, so on the walk home, Shay kissed me. And then he got all weird and kept saying sorry but then when we were up at the hotel room I kissed him. And we….yeah. And I liked it so much. And then he left me-“

His voice breaks, hating how much it still hurts. Her thumb rubs small circles on his palm.

“And I uh-got drunk and I got mean and I called him that worst things I could think of. He hasn’t talked to me since. But Luna…I don’t know who to be now. Not without-it hurts more than Lavender. Not having him. How fucking pathetic is that?”

“You’re not pathetic.”

Dean rolls his eyes.

“Right.”

“You’re not. I get it, I’d be the same way. So you’re….are you bi, you think?”

“I don’t fucking know. I really-god this is embarrassing, but I really like fucking dudes. More than with girls. But last night was awful…”

“All types of people have bad sex, Dean.”

Her voice is gentle, not malicious.

“Oh.”

“And bisexuality is a sliding scale, babe. I’m bi and I like girls and boys pretty equally. Ginny’s bi-“

“Ginny’s bi?”

“Mhmm. See? She’s only ever dated women, but she still could see herself with a man. It’s not 50/50 for everyone.”

“Oh…so yeah. I guess. I’m bi.”

He kind of smiles when he says it, and she reaches up to cup his cheek.

“I’m proud of you.”

“You wouldn’t be if you heard what I said to Shay.”

Luna sighs and stands, offering Dean her hands to pull him up.

“Well, if we’re going to talk about that, I’m going to need some coffee. And Gin’s making a pot.”

Dean dutifully follows her across the hall. Ginny’s lack of surprise at the state of him tells him that Luna has already filled her in-and Luna takes Dean to their bed, crawling in next to him.

“Alright Thomas. Spill.”

He smiles sadly at his friend.

“You’re not going to leave? Even once you know what I said? You won’t hate me?”

Luna squeezes his hand.

“I might be sad for you, or disappointed, but I’ll never hate you. I promise.”

Promises are getting harder and harder for Dean to believe. “Yes I’ll marry you.” “We’ll talk in the morning.” But one look at Luna, and Dean knows he’s safe. And when Ginny crawls in next to the pair of them and listens too, as his friends let  him cry and offer him advice-it’s the closest Dean has felt to home in a long time.

#au #drabble #luna #ginny #callum #seamus #:/