Racing (And Other Reasons to Sweat)

Title: Racing (And Other Reasons to Sweat)
Author: @carrieosity - Ao3
Artist: @princessjimmynovak
Fic Link: [Ao3]
Art Link: [tumblr]
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: None
Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Sports, Alternate Universe - Human, Triathlon, Triathletes, Racing, Swimmer Jimmy, Runner Castiel, Cyclist Dean, Bisexual Jimmy, Bisexual Castiel, Bisexual Dean, Switch Jimmy, Switch Castiel, Switch Dean, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Rough sex, Semi-public sex, Light dom/sub, Incest, Twincest, Light angst, Pining, Flirting, Humor and smut, Double entendre, Injury, Dean Whump, Supportive Sam, Threesome - M/M/M
Pairings: Castiel/Jimmy Novak, Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester
Date it posts: Coming May 16, 2017
Summary:
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.

