When Caden's lips touched Dean's, there was no hesitation as they softly kissed. It did not last long as Caden was already pulling his head back; Dean followed the movement, looking a bit dazed. 

Seeing the look, Caden could not help but kiss him again. But this time, it went deeper as he ran his tongue along Dean's bottom lip. 

Dean opened his mouth with a small gasp as Caden's tongue went in. Their tongues touched as Dean grabbed the man's shirt, gripping it as he pulled him closer. 

Caden did not have to fight for dominance as Dean quickly gave it up. It only turned Caden on more as he got on top of Dean, running his hand through the man's hair before gripping it. 

He pulled, causing Dean to moan as he swallowed it down. 

Caden pulled back as they were both breathing hard. But he did not give any breaks as he bit Dean's bottom lip, pulling it before sucking it. 

Dean moved his head back while rubbing his body against Caden's as he let out another moan. 

Caden chuckled at the response as he started to kiss his way to the man's throat that was on full display. 

He nibbled on Dean's throat, looking up as he watched the man's reaction. Dean's hands fell from Caden's shirt as they landed on the sheets. He was running them down the sheets as he was breathing hard. 

Dean felt Caden smirking on his neck before he felt the bite. He gripped the sheets as his body lifted; Dean bit his lip, covering a muffled whimper.

Caden licked the bite as he moved back up, running his finger across Dean's bottom lip. He felt the man shivering before he put his finger in Dean's mouth. 

He touched the tongue piercing, enjoying the feeling of it. It was even fantastic when his tongue ran down it. Caden bet that it would be even better somewhere else. 

And like Dean was reading his thoughts, he stared at Caden before sucking his finger. Dean's tongue slowly ran up and down it. 

They had dilated pupils as they stared at each other. Caden licked his lips before breathing out, "Dean." 

Before anything else could happen, there was a knock at the door. The atmosphere broke as Dean and Caden came back to their senses. 

Caden quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Dean sighed, running his hand across his face before cursing and slamming his hand down. 

"I messed up, didn't I?" Dean said to himself. 

Another knock happened as Dean glared at the door. He was still hard and suffering; he probably ruined his friendship on top of it. 

Dean grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around himself as he walked to the door. When he opened it, an older man was at the door with food and clothes. 

"Madam Levy wants you to wear the clothes she picked out for you and the lady. When you have finished eating, she wants you two to meet her in the left study room." 

Dean could not grab anything since he was holding the blanket to cover his problem. He moved from the door, "Can you set the clothes on the bed and bring the cart near it?" 

"Yes, sir." 

The man brought the stuff inside before walking away. Dean closed the door before walking back to the bed. He looked at the clothes before sighing. 

His mother had picked out a blue dress for Caden with a matching white and blue suit for Dean. He did not want to wear it but will put it on anyway. 

Speaking of Caden, Dean turned towards the door and saw that the man still hasn't come out yet. He bit his lip before touching it, remembering the feeling of Caden's lips on them. 

He felt his member twitching at the thoughts. His hands fell to his neck, touching the bite mark. Dean dreamt of it before, and to finally get it was the best thing ever. 

Dean, stop these thoughts. He told himself as he put his head in his hands. 

After a minute or so passed, Dean heard the bathroom door opening. Caden walked out with a towel since he did not have any clothes with him. 

Dean took one glance at him before looking away. 

Caden ignored it, trying to act like they did not make out a few minutes ago as he asked, "Do you have any underwear that you have not worn yet?" 

Dean nodded as he could not find his voice for a second. He stood up, taking the blanket with him as he opened the dresser with one hand and pulled out a pack of underwear that nobody had opened yet. 

He tossed it to Caden. 

Caden caught the pack before glancing at the dress and food. "Is the dress for me to wear?" 

Dean nodded, "M-my mother picked clothes for us to wear. Once we finish eating, we will have to meet with her." 

"Okay." 

Caden grabbed the dress before walking back into the bathroom to change. Dean pulled out underwear for himself, setting it next to his outfit as he waited for Caden to finish in the bathroom. 

He started to eat breakfast as he began to calm down. When the door opened again, Caden made his way over, sitting down. "You can use the bathroom." 

Dean looked at Caden, already getting used to seeing him in the dress even though it is the second time. He grabbed his clothes and underwear, walking into the bathroom to shower and change. 

Once he finished, he walked back into the room and saw that Caden was scrolling through his phone. "Do you have any classes today?" Dean asked, lying down on the bed. 

Caden nodded, "I do. But they are at night. What about you?" 

"I am already missing a class as we speak." Dean smiled. 

"You better not fail, or you will be washing the dishes for a week." 

"Oh, I see you want the floors to be wet with soap everywhere." 

Caden made a face, "I forgot you are messy when it comes to washing dishes. I do not know how the floor ends up with more water than the sink." 

"Magic." 

They both laughed, acting like everything was still good between them. Dean and Caden ignored the tension that still lingered there as they did not want to talk about what happened earlier. 

"Finish eating so we can see your mother. I need to fix my hair." 

"Two days straight with your hair being neat, I am shocked," Dean responded. 

"Shut up, and finish eating." Caden stood up, walking to the bathroom. 

Dean began to eat the rest of his food. He wondered if the underlay of tension would forever be stuck between them now. 

Dean and Caden walked to the left study room. Dean knocked on the door as they stood outside it. A second passed before they heard a come in. 

Dean opened the door as they walked in. He closed the door behind him before he and Caden took a seat on the two chairs in front of the desk. 

His mother was on the other side with many papers in her hand. She neatly set them down before looking at them. 

"You say that you two have been married for three years without a wedding. I always pictured seeing you get married. So, we will have this wedding in a few months. 

"I already called a wedding planner and some venues." 

Caden gripped his seat, not liking what Mrs. Levy told them while Dean sighed. "Mother, you did not talk about this with us. We do not want a wedding, so can you please cancel everything? Plus, we have school to think of." 

His mother shook her head, "I already decided it. You owe your mother this, Dean. You have a meeting with the wedding planner on Saturday." 

"Mother-" Dean started only for his mother to cut him off. 

She picked up the papers from before, handing them to Dean, "This is for you two to look through. Stay in here and talk; there is something I need to do." 

His mother stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Dean had the papers in his hand, tightly holding them before looking at Caden, who has been silent the whole time. 

"Caden." He called. 

Caden looked at him, gripping the chair's arm hard until they both heard a crack. "I do not want to do this. I already have to wear a dress, we even purchased a wedding ring, and now your mother is making us have a wedding." 

Dean felt guilty, "I am sorry. I can try to speak with my father about this." 

Caden shook his head, "I just want to go home." 

"My mother would probably want us to stay for lunch." 

"Dean." 

"Okay. Let's go." Dean stood up. He was going to reach for Caden's hand but stopped himself. 

Caden stood up after him, already walking to the door. Dean followed, feeling that the day was going downhill without brakes.