Dean huffed again, as he yanked his shirt off.
Dammit, it was as hot as the surface of the sun in this motel room. The lights were off and the door was closed, but humid summer weather from outside was somehow making its way in.
Dean staggered to the air conditioner in front of the window. It was reading sixty-five degrees. Yeah, right. Sixty-five degrees his pie-loving ass... He hit the bulky machine a few times; half to try to get it to work, half out of frustration. But the damn thing was broken. It wasn't even spitting out air at all.
The hunter rolled his eyes and turned to start for the bed. Sweat was already collecting in the creases of his neck and center of his chest. A bead of hot liquid rolled down his temple as he flopped himself on to the musty comforter. The mattress reeked of body odor...or was he smelling himself? It was hard to tell with all this damn heat.
Dean rolled onto his moist back and stared up at the dark ceiling. How the hell was he supposed to get any shut-eye like this? A brief thought of telling the front desk came to mind, but he dismissed it. They probably wouldn't do anything about the air conditioner. Would anyone fix something like that this late at night?
The hunter rose to sit, taking deep breaths as moisture continued to soak his skin. An angel in a trench coat had suddenly popped into his head. Cas could fix it, right? Cas always seemed to fix everything in his life.
"Cas," Dean croaked out, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Can...can you help me for a minute?"
The man panted a little against the physical exhaustion. His eyes wandered around the dark room, waiting to see the angel appear. Another drop rolled down his cheek to drip from his jaw. God, it was so hot in here.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean turned on the bed to look up at a pair of big blue eyes that were suddenly in the room. Cas looked the same as ever; same clothes, same hair, same vacant look about his stupid, pretty face...Dean shook his head a little at his own strange thoughts. Cas wasn't pretty...was he?
"Er, Cas," he said, "Can you fix the air conditioner? The damn thing's broken and I'm roasting alive in here."
Dean watched Cas glance around the room. The man eye-balled the angel's multiple layers of clothes, knowing he had to be feeling the heat. Cas looked back down at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"The air conditioner?" he repeated, sounding like he'd never heard of such a thing.
"That," Dean said, pointing to the useless machine across the hot room, "Fix it. I can hardly breathe."
Cas turned to the clunky box and began to walk toward it. Dean's eyes wandered to the back of the angel's broad shoulders, watching them move as he walked. Sweat was starting to glisten on the back of Cas's neck, just like it was on Dean's. The green eyes followed a drop that traveled from the angel's hair down into the collar of his coat. Dean couldn't look away from it.
Man, what was it about seeing the moisture gathering on Cas's skin? The poor bastard was buried in unnecessary layers of clothes he didn't even need. Sweat was bound to be flowing underneath all that fabric; drenching his back...and torso...and ass...Dean gulped a little as he glanced down in the general area of Cas's backside. He imagined that somewhere in there, pale cheeks were becoming wetter by the second. Holy hell. Why did that seem so damn...sexy?
"I'm sorry, Dean,"
Dean tried to gulp what moisture was in his mouth, as Cas turned to look back at him. The angel's whole face was glistening now; upper lip glossy and forehead shiny. His eyes seemed so damn blue in the dark.
"I cannot fix it," he said.
Suddenly, Dean didn't care about the air conditioner anymore. Or the damn heat suffocating him. All of his attention was probing on the angel standing in front of him. He felt the urgent need to rip all those layers off of him. Could Cas's ass really be that wet by now? Would it be wet enough to slide into?
A faint voice in Dean's head asked him why the hell he would be thinking this about a guy; about Cas...but a louder, much more dominant, voice yelled screw it. The delirium of extreme heat had taken over.
Dean lunged up from the bed, stumbling forward in the dizzying heat to grab the front of Cas's trench coat. He yanked it down the angel's arms to discard it on the floor. The action of jerking Cas's clothes off was shooting straight to Dean's dick. He could feel it pressing tight against his jeans as he pushed the black jacket from Cas's shoulders and moved to pull the tie loose.
"Dean," Cas breathed with shock, "what are you -"
"Shhh," Dean cut him off.
He took the front of the angel's soaked white shirt in both hands before jerking it open. Dean had been right. Sweat was pouring from Cas's whole torso, and he hadn't even been in the room for five minutes. The shirt fell to the floor, leaving the angel to stand topless and perspiring in front of Dean. He'd never seen Cas so naked before. Somehow the slight of Cas's dark nipples and caved navel sent shock waves through Dean's body. Damn. He never knew Cas had such a nice body under all those clothes. It made him want to see the rest...
Still putting fault on the heated hysteria, Dean reached out to Cas's belt. His slippery hands fumbled with the buckle as he felt his own lungs beginning to strain. God, he wanted to know what Cas was packing. He wanted to see the sweat running down the crack of his ass. A pair of pale hands came down to grab Dean's wrists. He looked up to see Cas's intense blue stare.
"Dean," he repeated, his breath brushing against Dean's wet face, "what are you doing?"
A small, strange noise came from Dean's dry throat. He realized he'd been wanting to do this for a long time. He had just been stopping himself from following through. But now, he didn't care anymore. It was the heat. It was all this damn heat. Dean's sight fell upon Cas's full, pink lips. What did they taste like? How would they feel against his own?
"Shit," Dean grumbled, giving in to his strange curiosity.
He pressed his hand against Cas's hot, soaking chest. The palm slid upward along the small streams of sweat to hook around the back of his neck. In a single quick motion, Dean yanked the angel forward to press their lips together. He forced Cas's apart to slide his tongue in his mouth. Cas didn't move at all as his mouth was being penetrated. He stood as still as stone. Geez, Dean had never tasted anything like this before. Hints of salty sweat and placid saliva mixed together between them. Dean could feel his dick pressing tighter against his jeans at the taste.
The man gripped Cas by the hips and pushed him backward, keeping their mouths joined. Dean tugged at Cas's damp pants; his fingers sliding with the moisture. He backed the angel against the broken, bulky air conditioner as his tongue did circles inside Cas's mouth. Dean could feel his cock throbbing painfully behind his jeans. In a single, demanding jerk, Dean shoved Cas's pants down; peeling the fabric from his wet form in the dark.
A small noise came from the angel and Dean stopped to look up. Cas was watching all of this with wide eyes. It was this look of fearful shock that made Dean remember that Cas was still a cherry. The angel in front of him was a snow-white virgin of holy purity – but not for much longer.
A fierce carnal instinct took over. Dean could feel the sweat pouring down his own back as he took a tight hold of Cas's slippery hips and shoved him onto the metal box. A small grunt from the angel sent an electric jolt to Dean's cock. He took the time to free it from his jeans; panting as it bounced out to point at Cas. Clear liquid was already oozing from the tip. This wasn't going to take him very long.
Dean yanked Cas's legs up to hold them back. He slid a hand down in between the angel's cheeks to feel if his assumptions were right. And God, were they ever. Sweat was nearly dripping from Cas's ass. He prodded a finger against the tight hole, feeling his own dick throb with impatience. He had to get inside.
Dean felt another drop of hot moisture run down his face as he lined his hard dick up with Cas's ass. The sweat and sticky pre-come helped him push his way in. Cas's mouth fell open as his blue eyes watched the stiff cock entering him. The look on his pale face added to Dean's wanton pleasure. He was suddenly thrusting without being aware.
Groans fell from Dean's mouth as he pounded hard into Cas. The virginal ring of tight muscle constricted around his every thrust. The metal box was thumping against the wall with Dean's brutal movement. Cas reached out to cling Dean's shoulders while grunted and cried with pain.
"D – Dean," he panted, his eyes blown wide open, "are we...performing intercourse?"
The innocence in Cas's voice made Dean ache. He kept pounding into the wet angel, feeling his cock slide so easily in and out of him. Dean could barely breathe in the humidity of the room as he neared the finish. The answer to Cas's question melted into his moan of release.
"Yes!" Dean cried, "Ahhh, shit! Cas! D – dammit!"
Dean's cock pulsed inside Cas as intense pleasure flooded his whole body. His mind turned fuzzy with bliss as come flowed out of him. His lungs struggled to capture oxygen in the heat of the room. When his hips finally slowed to a stop, Dean fell forward to rest against Cas. Their wet, bare chests slid along each other as they breathed. Damn, that was one hell of an orgasm. Dean couldn't remember the last time he came that hard.
"Dean,"
The man lifted his head to look at Cas; his vision still a little blurry. The angel was looking down at himself, his blue eyes shifting between emotions. Dean followed his line of sight. Cas's cock was rock hard and drooling against his stomach.
"S – something is wrong," Cas suggested.
Wow. Was Cas's knowledge of sex really that lacking?
"No," Dean replied, taking the hot erection in his hand, "it's very right."
Dean watched Cas start to fall apart as he pumped his cock. Again, he realized he was taking Cas's virginity. Well, more like stealing it. The man watched with hungry eyes as Cas neared the edge. The angel groaned, nearly bucking into Dean's hand. Dean could feel he was close. So close -
"D – Dean!" Cas cried, fingertips digging into Dean's shoulder.
Cas's cock throbbed as he came, shooting semen between them in the dark. Cas arched his back a little with his eyes rolling back. Dean couldn't look away from the sight of the angel's first orgasm. It was like taking part in a miracle or something.
"Ahh," Cas panted, slowly relaxing against the air conditioner again, "that's...that's so nice."
Dean smirked as he gradually let go of Cas's spent cock. It was oddly pleasing to know he was Cas's first sexual partner. As their breathing calmed, Dean realized there was a low humming sound in the room that wasn't there before. He glanced around in the dark. The noise seemed to be coming from underneath Cas.
It was the air conditioner.
Dean reached behind the box, where the vents were. Cold air was flowing outward, now; the draft sending relief to Dean's sweat-drenched body. It was working? But how? Dean chuckled a little, as he rested his forehead against Cas's wet shoulder.
"What is it?" Cas asked.
Dean leaned back up to look into Cas's big blue eyes. He was glad the heat had given him the reckless abandon to finally do what he'd secretly been wanting to do for a long time; bang the hell out of Cas. He was finally able to scratch the stupid itch, and it felt damn good. Dean smiled down at the humming air conditioner, able to breathe at last.
"We fixed it," he answered.
(Author's Note: Yes. Banging someone on a broken air conditioner may actually repair it. It's the power of love, I tell you! :) I dedicate this story to all those who put up with my hiatus. :) Thank you so much for the reviews! Chapter two is up!)