After getting their things, Caden and Dean left the house. They walked to the car, getting in. Once they were inside, Dean texted his father that they were going back home before putting on his seatbelt. 

Caden did not say anything during the whole time as he started driving. Dean looked out the window as he shook his leg, feeling anxious. 

The tension was high in the car, and Dean did not know what to do to bring it down. He was scared that their friendship was over. 

He could see the way Caden held the wheel even though his face was blank. 

After a few more minutes of silence passed, Dean could not take it anymore. "Are you angry with me?" 

Caden had a confused expression on his face, wanting to turn towards Dean, but he couldn't since he was driving. 

"Why would I be mad at you?" 

"Because I brought you into this. Now my mom planned a wedding without our consent, and I did nothing about it. Because I do not know how to stand up to her." 

It was silent for a second before softly adding like he did not want anyone hearing what he said, "And we kissed." 

A minute passed with no words filling the air. 

Then another came. 

And another. 

Until Caden finally opened his mouth. "I am not mad at you," Caden started, "I am angry about the situation, and I am furious with your mother always taking the choices away from you." 

"My mother-" 

"I swear if you make an excuse for your mother, I will hit you!" 

Dean shut up real quick because that is precisely what he was getting ready to do. 

Caden took a few deep breaths before talking again. "Dean, you have to stand up to your mother and talk about this. I am tired of seeing her push her choices on you. You are an adult, and she does not need to take over your life anymore. 

"So, stop saying sorry already. I don't want to hear it anymore." 

Dean nodded, looking down at his hands, "Okay. I will try and talk with her." He had another excuse for his mother on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself. 

Since he was young, he had grown used to this behavior, so it was hard to say what his mother was doing to him is wrong. 

"And I kissed you, so don't act like you are the one in the wrong," Caden added out of nowhere. 

Dean quickly looked at him before his gaze dropped to Caden's lips. He could not help but think about the feel of them. The way his lips kiss down to his neck and bit him. Or when Caden's tongue traced his lips before entering his mouth. 

Dean unconscious stuck his tongue out, showing his piercing as he licked his lips to retrace the feeling. 

Caden could see the movement from the corner of his eye, making him grip the wheel tight. But he tried to keep a hold of his strength so that he wouldn't break it. 

The tension in the car took another turn. 

"Dean." Caden breathes out. 

Dean hummed as Caden's voice reminded him of when they were in bed kissing. He had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise. 

"Dean, I need you to face the window." 

Dean had a confused look on his face, "Why?" 

Caden moved in his seat, trying to pay attention to the road despite having a growing problem. "Please." 

Dean could hear the begging tone in Caden's voice, so he turned towards the window, looking out as he leaned against it. 

Even though Caden could no longer see Dean's face, the expression and the kiss from earlier were still in his mind. His problem was not decreasing; it was only increasing. 

Caden prided himself over his control on things, but when it came to Dean, it was like he threw control out of the window. 

Dean wanted to look back over, wondering why Caden wanted him to turn, when he heard the man slapping the wheel with one hand before cursing. 

"Shit. I cannot do this anymore!" Caden yelled. 

Before Dean could ask him what he meant, Caden swiftly swerved the car. Dean grabbed the handle on the door, "What the hell are you doing, Caden?" 

Caden did not answer as he was practically speeding to some area. He made his way to one of those parking lots that barely had people around. 

Once he was in the area, he parked the car, breathing a bit hard as he hit his head on the wheel. 

Dean looked at him like Caden lost it. "What was that? You are supposed to be the responsible driver!" 

Caden picked up his head, looking towards him as he laughed, "Yes, I am supposed to be the responsible one, but you are making that difficult for me." 

"What do you mean?" 

Caden unbuckled himself before grabbing Dean's collar and pulling him as close as he could. He kissed the man, not caring about the consequences. 

Dean was surprised at first with the sudden kiss until he closed his eyes and started kissing back. 

They did not go far with the kiss when Caden moved back, resting his forehead on Dean's. They were breathing hard from the kiss. 

"We shouldn't do this," Dean spoke. 

"I know." Caden agreed. 

"There would be no going back if we do." 

"I know." 

Caden was already moving back when Dean grabbed his hand, stopping him. They stared at each other as Dean whispered, "But, I don't want to stop." 

Caden pushed him back in his seat before reaching over and putting Dean's seat down. He unbuckled the man's seatbelt as he made his way to him, climbing on top of Dean. 

He bent forward, running his thumb across Dean's bottom lip, who was looking at him with lustful eyes. "Having you alone, in a place you can scream your heart out, makes me want to do unimaginable things to you." Caden softly spoke as he dragged his thumb down Dean's chin. 

"Caden, please." Dean whimpered at the words and touch. 

Caden's hooded eyes watched his thumb moving down Dean's skin as he reached the first button on the man's shirt. 

He played with it as he spoke, with arousal clouding his voice, "Baby, tell me what you want, and I will give it to you." 

"Caden," Dean begged. 

Caden continued to play with his button, acting like he would take it off, only to leave it on. It frustrated Dean because he wanted the man to touch him already. 

"Tell me." Caden practically demanded. 

"Touch me, please, touch me." 

Caden looked up at him with a sultry smile, "Your wish is my command." He began to unbutton Dean's shirt in a quick movement. 

Once the buttons were out of their holes, he pulled the shirt open, looking at Dean's body with glistening eyes. He ran his nails down the man's chest, leaving behind scratch marks. 

Dean grabbed what he could reach as he moaned from the feeling of nails running down his skin. He tilted his head as he looked at Caden with clouded eyes. 

"The things I can do to you," Caden softly whispered.